“Sometimes...the hardest part about letting someone go is realizing that you were never meant to have them.”

“How are you?” Charlie asks. She’s turned to me wearing this grave expression, her features all set in a row. I expected her to be pissy about my being nonresponsive all weekend, or at least about my being late this morning, but if she is, she’s not acting like it.“Um, fine. Are we going?”Charlie glances back at Olivia.“He’s an asshole,” Olivia says.“She’s a bitch,” Charlie says.”

“How do you mourn something that never really belonged to you?”

“There are a million things in this world that can end you, that can in one second obliterate the life you work so hard to keep alive. Our lives are structured around not dying. Eating, sleeping, looking both ways before you cross the street. It's all, all of it, to keep us safe from the thing that we know is going to get us anyway. It doesn't even make sense, if you think about it. It's the world's biggest joke. Our entire lives are set up around not dying, knowing all the while that it's the one thing we can't avoid.”

“Destiny might drop you off somewhere but it’s your job to get where you’re going, to decide your own ending…”

“That's the thing about freewill: Every decision we make is a choice against something as much as it is for something else.”

“[...] you're willing to look past things and to give people second chances. But the thing is, Rose, some people don't deserve them.”