“Grace, who haunted my thoughts when I couldn’t dream”

“Fro and to in my dreams to youTo the haunting tune of the harpFor the price I paid when you died that dayI paid that day with my heartFro and to in my dreams to youWith the breaking of my heartNe'er more again will I sing this songNe'er more will I hear the harp.”

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

“I turned back to my extracurricular study of death and disease. Because no matter what Grace thought, I knew that in Mercy Falls, it's never over”

“I still watch her now, like I always did, and she watches me, her brown eyes looking out from a wolf's face. This is the story of a boy who used to be a wolf, and a girl who became one.I won't let this be my last good-bye. I've folded one thousand paper cranes of me and Grace, and I've made my wish. I will find a cure. And then I will find Grace.”

“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.”

“Sam:"Okay, what words would you use then?" I leaned back in the seat, thinking, as Sam looked at me doubtfully. He was right to look doubtful. My head didn't work with words very well- at least not in this abstract, descriptive sort of way.Grace:"Sensitive" I tried.Sam translated: "Squishy"Grace:"Creative"Sam:"Dangerously emo"Grace:"Thoughtful"Sam:"Feng shui."I laughed so hard I snorted.Grace:"How did you get feng shui out of thoughtful?"Sam:"You know, because in feng shui, you arrange funiture and plants and stuff in thoughtful ways.”