I didn’t see then what I see now, that the things that make us unremarkable are also the very things we’ll fight to death to protect. Unremarkable things turn us into heroes.

And that’s what it’s about, isn’t it? Love? Love’s about making it last, making it stick, making it count – even when it hurts, when times are hard, when people change, when life changes them. If you love someone, then you have to want to love them, whoever they are.

Books are a bit like time travel, aren’t they? They can pick you up out of your life and put you in someone else’s? It’s just a shame that at some point you always have to come back.

Maybe knowing what it is that you want, the future that you have been fighting for, is what it will take to make it happen. It’s easy to admit defeat and let go of people you love, or dreams you have, because it’s difficult. Fighting for them is what takes courage. Fighting for them is what matters.

I think it’s love that lasts. It’s love that remembers us. It’s love that is left, when we are gone. I think those feelings are more real than our bodies and all the things that can go wrong with them.

Falling in love doesn’t wait to happen at mutually convenient times.

It seems to me that you can’t decide to like a person based on their personal circumstances. It seems to me that sometimes you can like a person because of who they are, despite their personal circumstances.

The feeling of how much I loved you almost drowned me – it was like I couldn’t catch my breath.

You see, our physical bodies, they break down, eventually returning to dust, but energy, energy is never destroyed. And what is love, if it isn’t the most powerful energy we know of?

It’s about the feeling you get: the road beneath the soles of your feet, the smell in the air. It makes you feel strong, somehow, invincible.