Even thought you’ve been acting like a jerk all night, you’re still here. I could tell you were angry. So you’re angry; at least you’re something. You’re not nothing anymore.

Believe me,” he said, pointing his finger at me like a gun, “no good comes from lying about what you really want.

But we'd had only so many nights together, and the notebook had only so many pages, and that world was never going to get any bigger. The truth was that I couldn't have kept her even if she'd lived. At the end, we'd both been pushing at the walls of our secret world, pushing at each other. We'd given each other everything we could. It wasn't enough for either of us anymore.

Nothing Stays Secret Forever

Más tarde le pregunté por qué me había dejado acercarme a ella.—Porque tú eras el único que no quería que me callara —dijo.

¿Qué se supone que le dices a la gente que apenas conoces? Ese era el tipo de cosas para las que necesitaba lecciones, olviden álgebra e historia.

Estaba sediento de soledad.

Hay una línea muy fina entre un héroe y un idiota.

—Lees mucho ¿no es así? —No era una pregunta—. Ven a reunirte con el resto de nosotros en el mundo real para variar. —Tú eres la que no está viviendo en el mundo real.

Teníamos nuestro propio mundo, nuestro propio lenguaje.