“Yet I wouldn't trade it. I didn't want the life that made sense. Not if the chaos meant I could be with Bella.”

“I didn't want the life that made sense. Not if the chaos meant i could have Bella.”

“I had never handled a tool in my life, and yet in time, by labour, application, and contrivance, I found at last that I wanted nothing but I could have made it.”

“And they wanted to know, if I would trade 10 juggalo's for 100 mainstream fans.And I said, I wouldn't trade 10 juggalo's for 100,000 mainstream fans, 10 juggalo's is priceless to me!”

“Hers was a memory made up of snapshorts: being dragged through the snow by a pack of wolves, first kiss tasting of oranges, saying goodbye behind a cracked windshield. A life made up of promises of what could be: the possibilities contained in a stack of college applications, the thrill of sleeping under a strange roof, the future that lay in Sam's smile.It was a life I didn't want to leave behind.It was a life I didn't want to forgetI wasn't done with it yet. There was so much more to say.”

“I could have protested of course, who says I couldn't--I could have risen to my feet at any moment, walked up to them, and--no matter how difficult it would have been--made it abundantly clear that I was not seventeen but thirty. I could have--yet I couldn't because I didn't want to, the only thing I wanted was to prove that I was not an old-fashioned boy!”