“But this isn’t like anything I’ve ever seen, or imagined, or even dreamed: This is like music or dancing but better than both.”

“Are you sure that being like everybody else will make you happy?""I don't know any other way.""Let me show you."And then we're kissing. Or at least, I think we're kissing—I've only seen it done a couple of times, quick closed-mouth pecks at weddings or on formal occasions. But this isn't like anything I've ever seen, or imagined, or even dreamed: this is like music or dancing but better than both.”

“Who’s the bigger liar?Me or them?Isn’t lying about love the worst lie? Isn’t that worse than anything I’ve ever done?”

“No, I do not like music. (But what she really was trying to say was this: I like music better than anything in the world, after you.)”

“But what she was really trying to say was this: I like music better than anything in the world, after you.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen your handwriting before. It’s an oddly personal thing, isn’t it?”