“On not crowding another person in a relationship: "Next time you're at a cemetary, look around at all the headstones. They're side by side. Even married couples. Nobody wants a plot on top of another person's plot. Why? ... Even when they're dead, people still love their own space.”

“Really, I think my tippy state was a sign. I was supposed to see how much I was depending on Ben. I was supposed to realize that you can't depend on another person to provide your own balance.”

“Dessy, don't grow up to be a writer. Because when you live too much in your own head, you neglect the people you love and become an insulated wack job.”

“..And if I'm looking for a definition of love then perhaps this is it. That another person can help fill the empty space inside us. Even when they're gone.”

“But it did make me realize that I shouldn't go around judging people who have stringy hair, because maybe they have a very good reason for having hair like that.”

“I think Mr. Hawk forgot that he told us to count all our lightbulbs. Because a few days after he told us to do that, he never asked how many lightbulbs we had. But that was okay. Because I kept forgetting to count them anyway. So if he asked, I was going to have to make up a number and say that my house had one thousand three hundred seventy-six lightbulbs. Because I didn't want to look poor.”

“We covered this around Year Three, Bill: that you're the Master of Space and Time and I'm a spastic Pomeranian.”