“I don’t want to tell you everything. Actually, I’m not sure I can remember everything. I spent a fair bit of time repressing some of those thoughts, and I don’t really have a huge amount of time for that psychobabble crap: a few things really are better left off where they are.”

“I wanted to tell you everything. And that hurt because some things were too scary. Some things even I didn’t understand. How could I tell someone—someone I was really talking to for the first time—everything I was thinking?I couldn’t. It was too soon.”

“....LondonLane: I’m sure I don’t remember everything. I remember the future the way you remember the past. You remember the really good and bad and forget some of the middle, right? LJH6678: Sure. LondonLane: Same with me. Why? LJH6678: Do you remember us having sex?...LJH6678: Well? LondonLane: Truth? LJH6678: YES! LondonLane: Yes.....Luke learned that he’s going to die young today and all he wants to ask me about is sex?”

“I’m really alive! he thought. I never knew it before, or if I did I don’t remember!”

“Don’t you love the Oxford Dictionary? When I first read it, I thought it was a really really long poem about everything.”

“But . . . I want to remember this conversation! I want to understand! I don’t want to be a toy! I don’t want to be a thing! I want to know how everything works!”