“Love is not enough to keep any of us alive.”

“Hope, that risky, illustrious thing. It should have gone extinct by now, but we keep it alive.”

“There's not enough room for the three of us.”

“When we're alive, life consumes us. But when we die, all of the color and the motion is gone so quickly, it's as though it can no longer stand to be wasted on us.”

“...maybe hope isn't such a bad thing. Maybe it's what keeps us together.”

“Maybe it is desperation," I say. "Maybe we can't let things fall apart without trying. We can't let go of the people we love."He looks at me, and in the sunlight his eyes come alive with greens and golds. "Sometimes we can," he says.”

“I never wanted to live forever," she says. "I just wanted enough time.”