“This one moment, when you know you're not a sad story. You're alive.”

“Ambos dijeron que tomara asiento y parecían hablar en serio, así que me senté.”

“Al igual que una madre. ¿Qué haría una madre si no pudiera quejarse sobre ti y hacerte limpiar tu habitación? ¿Y qué harías tú sin ella quejándose y haciendo que lo hagas? Todo el mundo necesita una madre. Y una madre lo sabe. Y le da un sentido de propósito. ¿Lo entiendes?”

“I don’t know if I will have the time to write any more letters, because I might be too busy trying to participate. So, if this does end up being the last letter, I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high school, and you helped me. Even if you didn’t know what I was talking about, or know someone who’s gone through it, you made me not feel alone. Because I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen. And there are people who forget what it’s like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen. I know these will all be stories some day, and our pictures will become old photographs. We all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now, these moments are not stories. This is happening. I am here, and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive. And you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song, and that drive with the people who you love most in this world. And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite.”

“You know what they say, if you make atleast one friend on your first day you're doing okay”

“It's too bad you're not gay. Then again, if you were gay, I would never date you. You're a mess."You know, Patrick? If I were gay, I'd want to date you."Of course.”

“I hate you."I love you."You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have."I'm trying not to be.”