“My heart hasn't beat in almost ninety years but this was different it was like my heart was gone like I was hallow like I'd left everything here with you.”
“He walked towards me. My heart was pounding like a nineties warehouse rave.”
“I'd miss you. I'd miss you like crazy. I don't see how any man with a beating heart and rushing blood wouldn't”
“This is my heart. You are touching it with your left hand. You are touching it with your left hand, not because you are left-handed, although you might be, but because I am holding it against my heart. What you are feeling is the beating of my heart. It is what keeps me alive.”
“So don't tell me that I can't fit in. My heart beats like a talking drum.”
“It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.”