“Is this some sort of test?""Everything that doesn't kill you is.""Mind you," he added, "surviving doesn't always mean you passed.”
“Just cause you get used to something doesn't mean you like it." He added, snapping the magenta, "You're used to me.”
“Love doesn't go anywhere when you die, you know. The person passes on, the body withers, but love, it survives.”
“I'm glad you decided to come.""It doesn't mean anything." He grinned. "Everything means something.”
“Sort of' is such a harmless thing to say... sort of. It's just a filler. Sort of... it doesn't really mean anything. But after certain things, sort of means everything. Like... after "I love you"... or "You're going to live"... or "It's a boy!”
“Just because you're in the market for a minivan doesn't mean you can't test drive a hotrod.”