• None of which means anything, except that you shouldn't believe what you hear about me, least of all which I tell you myself. pg 10
• Lately, I have been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together. pg 13
• I turn my telescope to Barnard's Loop and m42, Glwoing in Orion's sword. Stars are fires that burn for thousands of years. Some of them burn slow and long, like red dwarfs. Other-blue giants-burn their fuel so fast they shine across great distances, and are easy to see. As they start to run out of fuel, they burn helium, grow even hotter, and explode in a supernova. Supernoveras, they're brighter than the brightest galaxies. They die, but everyone watches them go. pg 43
• A real friends isn't capable of feeling sorry for you. pg 57
• So I do what I do best. I move in the opposite direction. pg 91
• Katie and I are Siamese twings; you just can't see the spot where we're connected. Which makes seperation that much more difficult. pg 92
• To tell you the truth, I'm afraid to hear my own answer. pg 92
• Maybe it's because I was the third child, and they were sick and tired of keeping a catalog of my life. Maybe it's because they forgot. pg 130
• You were so important to me that I put down everything else and came to watch. pg 130
• If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? Or are you always a sister, even the other half of the equation is gone? pg 138
• She always looks smaller than I remember. pg 138
• Do all wonderful things happen when we are not aware of them? pg 200
• "I don't need you. I never needed you."

"Well, I fucking needed you!" I shouted back at her. When she turned I grabbed her shoulders and I kissed her. I took the things I couldn't bring myself to say and poured them into her. There are some things we do because we convince ourselfs it would be better for everyone involved. We tell ourselves that it's the right thing to to do, the altruistic thing to do. It's far easier than telling ourselves the truth. pg 216

• I hadn't been thinking, actually. I was just trying to get to a place where I'd be noticed. pg 247
• Summertime, I think, is a collective unconscious. We all remember the notes that mude up the song of the ice cream man; we all know what it feels like to brand our thighs on a playground slide that's heated up like a knife in a fire; we all have lain on our backs with our eyes closed and our hearts beating across the surface of our lids, hoping that this day will stretch jst a littler longer than the last one, when in face it's all going in the other direction. pg 279
• I tell her, because I don't know how to say whatI really want to: that the people you love can surprise you every day. That maybe who we are isn't so much about what we do, but rather what we're capapble of when we least expect it. pg 307
• "...When you love someone, you'll do anything you can to keep them with you." pg 369
• The reasons it's all off kilter? The earth's axis wobbles. Life isn't nearly as stable as we want it to be. pg 380