"What did Time smell like? Like dust and clocks and people. And if you wondered what Time sounded like, it sounded like water running in a dark cave and voices crying and dirt dropping down upon hollow box lids, and rain. And, going further, what did Time look like? Time looked like snow dropping silently into a black room or it looked like a silent film in an ancient theater, one hundred billion faces falling like those New Year balloons, down and down into nothing."
"Even the jerks earn some of our affection. We can be glad they’re gone and yet still mourn the good parts."
"I feel a resurgence of my 6-year-old self…that little warrior, goddess of a girl reminding me of who I was when I was little, before the world got its hands on me."
"Sometimes when you meet someone, there’s a click. I don’t believe in love at first sight but I believe in that click."
"Arriving late was a way of saying that your own time was more valuable than the time of the person who waited for you."
"I realized I still wanted to dream about the person I would become, not actually be her."
"We keep trying to get our life to fit into the story we’ve made up for ourselves. But what if your life isn’t really meant to be a story, so much as a series of moments?"