“They died together; they'll always be remembered together. It's decided, once and for all. He was hers.”

“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…”

“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.”

“No one ever died from having too much information. It’s the misunderstandings that are the problem.”

“It's not that girls are delusional, per se. It's just that they have this subtle ability to warp actual circumstances into something different.”

“It’s not that most girls are delusional, per se. It’s just that they have this subtle ability to warp actual circumstances into something different. And if there’s one thing I’m really against, it is turning a blind eye to reality. What’s the point? Things are the way they are, and the best thing for us to do is to just acknowledge that. No one ever died from having too much information. It’s the misunderstandings that are the problem.”