“I may have been a complete lunatic, but I was a complete lunatic with manners.”

“I dumped out the bag and found what had been inside was a bunched-up police uniform, complete with the vest."Where did you get this?" Boo asked."It's Callum's," he said."What's he wearing?""At the moment, not much of anything. Put it on."I noticed Book perk up a bit at this piece of information.”

“Probably some period thing. I go completely mental too. Period fever. It's the worst."This effectively killed all conversation for a while...."Fixed that," she said."You told him I had period fever," I replied. "There's no such thing as period fever.""No such thing as ghosts either.""No, there is really no such thing as period fever. There's a difference between being a guy and being an idiot.”

“I like to talk. Talking is kind of my thing. If talking had been a sport option at Wexford, I would have been captain. But sports always have to involve running, jumping, or swinging your arms around. You don’t get PE points for the smooth and rapid movement of the jaw.”

“It was okay to give up. I'd been brave. Everyone would say so. And yet...even as I opened a dresser drawer and figured out which things I would take with me in this hypothetical scenario, I remembered the problem. There would still be ghosts. I would still have a future.”

“You should really, like, dump her and date me instead,' May heard herself saying, all confidence. 'I'm not as irritating. I mean, I'm irritating, but I'm not as bad as she is. And you know me better. Wouldn't that be funny? I mean, we've already hooked up, so we're good.'We broke up,' Pete said quickly. His voice was so bright that May could hear the smile coming through. For a moment she was confused.Who, you and me?'No. Nell and i.'Oh . . .'The meter in her brain clicked once or twice, signaling May that she'd probably said enough.I have to go,' she said suddenly. 'Okay? I think that's great. Cool. Okay. Gotta go now. Hey, Pete, I love you!”

“I followed your footsteps," he said, in answer to the unspoken question. "Snow makes it easy." I had been tracked, like a bear. "Sorry to make you go to all that trouble," I said. "I didn't have to go that far, really. You're about three streets over. You just kept going in loops." A really inept bear.”