“Time was such an odd thing. One moment you could talk to someone, then suddenly, they were gone.”

“One of the odd things about living in an apartment was that you could walk out of someone's life but still have to wait for the elevator. (p.220)”

“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.”

“it was odd, he thought, that a man could hate himself as though he were someone else.”

“Losing someone you love is harder. One minute they're there, the next they're gone. There were times I wished they would rise up from the dead.”

“One week, one strong. One scared, one bold. I was beginning to understand though, that there were no such things as absolutes, not in life, or in people. Like Owen said, it was day by day, if not moment by moment. All you could do was take on as much weight as you can bear. And if you're lucky, there's someone close enough to shoulder the rest.”