"I think about how there are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark. I don’t mean the usual faint impression: he was cute, she was nice, they made me laugh, I wish I’d known her better, I remember the time she threw up in class. And I don’t just mean that they change you. A lot of people can change you – the first kid who called you a name, the first teacher who said you were smart, the first person who crowned you best friend. It’s the change you remember, the firsts and what they meant, not really the people. Ethan changed me, for instance, but the longer we are apart the more he sort of recedes into the distance as a real person and in his place is a cardboard cutout that says first boyfriend. I’m talking about the ones who, for whatever reason are a part of you as your own soul. Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. My mom was right about that. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless. If you had a lifetime to talk, there would still be things left unsaid."
"During my 21 years of existance I’ve learnt a few things, a few things I’m going to share with you now. Number one, at our age, there’s little to no point falling in love and all that kind of romantic shit. For some people it works and I promise you that’s a great thing, but for the majority it’s a waste of time because a few months later you’ll realize that person’s a fucking dick… and then you have the after stuff… what’s the point. So that’s number one. Number two, It is never cool or acceptable to fuck over your friend, okay? Your friends are the people that look out for you, so by fucking them over you’re making a big mistake. Avoid that. So get your friends and then get drunk with them all the time. Right, third and finally but in my opinion the most important. When you are young you can be as reckless as you want."
"Sometimes when someone asks me a simple question like, ‘How are you feeling,’ I could talk on for hours. I could fill the air with my nonsense and shift the atmosphere with my emotions. But most other times, I just say a curt ‘fine,’ and I walk away. No one would understand anyway."
"Isn’t it odd how some people can smile all day long, but cry their self to sleep at night. How pictures never change, but the people in them do. How knowing letting go of something is best, but it hurts the worst. How people that said they would always be there, never have time to spare. How a best friend can become an enemy and an enemy becomes a best friend. How forever turns into a few short minutes and a few short minutes can seem like forever. How life seems so long, but yet is so short."