“Folded in my arms you're a butterfly in reverseyou're giving up your wings and inheriting my curseyou're letting go ofme you're letting go”

“If I only have ten minutes, Sam, this is what I want to say. You're not the best of us. You're more than that. You're better than all of us. If I only have ten minutes, I would tell you to go out there and live. I'd say...please take your guitar and sing your songs to as many people as you can. Please fold a thousand more of those damn birds of yours. Please kiss that girl a million times.”

“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.”

“You're not going to die," I told her, lifting my head to look at her. "I'm not done writing songs about you yet.”

“She's the only thing that's make my life worth living and if that's all I get, a few months, a few days, it's more than I've ever hoped for. Do you really think God would forgive me for the blood on my hands, even if my soul was free? I'm going to hell no matter what happens. Let me have my pathetic hopeless love while I can. Just-- let me pretend it will turn out all right.”

“holding tight, denying the fact that eventually we all had to let go.”

“It's like thinking you're going to heaven, but when you get there it turns out to be Cleveland.”