“But love isn't quantifiable on paper.”

“Because you know that's not how you want it to end. You know I'd love to have you with me, and it will be that way, one day. But this isn't the way it ought to happen.”

“I needed paper. I couldn’t think without writing my thoughts down.”

“Have you thought this through? People die, love. I'm all for women, but this isn't a woman's game.'For some reason, this irritates me more than anythign else I've heard all day. It's not even relevant.”

“As the hours crept by, the afternoon sunlight bleached all the books on the shelves to pale, gilded versions of themselves and warmed the paper and ink inside the covers so that the smell of unread words hung in the air.”

“I won't let this be my good-bye. I've folded one thousand paper crane memories of me and Grace, and I've made my wish.I will find a cure. And then I will find Grace.”

“Happiness isn't something this island yields easily; the ground is too rocky and the sun too sparse for it to flourish.”