We Landed, In Fact, Parallel To A

I Worked Hard To Meet His Eyes, Even Though They Were The Kind Of Pretty That's Hard To Look At.

I Wondered If There Would Ever Be A Day When I Didn't Think About Alaska, Wondered Whether I Should Hope For A Time When She Would Be A Distant Memory - Recalled Only On The Anniversary Of Her Death, Or Maybe A Couple Of Weeks After, Remembering Only After Having Forgotten.

Grief Does Not Change You, Hazel. It Reveals You.

Everybody Should Have True Love, And It Should Last At Least As Long As Your Life Does.

We Didn't Talk Much. But We Didn't Need To.