“What do you know that you’re not telling me?""I don’t know what you know, so I don’t know what you don’t know.”

“I don’t know why you put up with me, and I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t.”

“Listen to me. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know what any of this means. But I know this much. It doesn’t matter. You’re not one of them. You never were. You’re not theirs. You’re mine.”

“Do not tell me you don’t know you’re pretty. If so, I’mabout to lose all faith in mankind. You don’t want to be responsible for that.”

“That’s what scares me, Gideon. You don’t know what you’re worth.” “Actually, I do. Twelve bill—” “Shut up.”

“It doesn’t matter’, she says, her voice soft. ‘Don’t beat yourself up for not knowing all the answers. You don’t always have to know who you are. You don’t have to have the big picture, or know where you’re heading. Sometimes it’s enough just to know what you’re going to do next.”