“Her laughter warmed me in ways a jacket couldn't.”
“Somehow, some way, she had to be alive. A world without her carefree laughter didn't seem worth living in. A world that couldn't see her lovely smile wasn't worth saving.”
“Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.”
“No money in our jackets and our jeans are torn,Your hands are cold but your lips are warm.”
“Olivia," he sighed as he held her tight against him. "I like the way you leap."For once her laughter was free and easy. "And I like the way you catch me when I land.”
“There was something beautiful and timeless to her about a hardback without its jacket, a book that could be known in no way except by reading it.”