Quotes from Jennifer Niven

If anyone can make it to another world, it's Theodore Finch.

This is followed by laughter because we're in high school, which means we're predictable and almost everything is funny, especially if it's someone else's public humiliation.

The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it's the small things that count. Everyone's so busy waiting in the Waiting Place. If we stopped to remember that there's such a thing as a Purina Tower and a view like this, we'd all be happier.

She puts one leg in the car and says, "I guess now you know you're not the only freak." It's the nicest thing she's ever said to me.

You are driving me crazy. You have been driving me crazy for weeks.

You make me love you, and that could be the greatest thing my heart was ever fit to do.

He quotes an ancient Vedic hymn: " 'May your eye go to the Sun, To the wind your soul … Or go to the waters if it suits thee there,' " Finch finishes." "As he (the sheriff) talks, I lie back against the ground, the blanket wrapped around me, and say to the sky, "May your eye go to the Sun, To the wind your soul.… You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.

I love the thrill of impending, weightless doom...

When she looks up again two miles later, she says, "You know what I like about you, Finch? You're interesting. You're different. And I can talk to you. Don't let that go to your head." The air around us feels charged and electric, like if you were to strike a match, the air, the car, Violet, me—everything might just explode. I keep my eyes on the road. "You know what I like about you, Ultraviolet Remarkey-able? Everything.

it's time I fear.

I love: the way her eyes spark when we're talking or when she's telling me something she wants me to know, the way she mouths the words herself when she's reading and concentrating, the way she looks at me as if there's only me, as if she can past the flesh and bone and bullshit right into the me that's there, the one I don't even see myself.

One entire wall is covered in pictures and Post-it notes and napkins and torn pieces of paper.

Along those lines, accept any and all thoughts (don't be afraid of them no matter what they are).

It's not moving on, Libbs. It's moving differently. That's all it is. Different life. Different world. Different rules. We don't ever leave that old world behind. We just create a new one.

But all the scary stuff doesn't really compare to getting lost in your own mind.

I've learned the hard way that the best thing to do is say nothing about what you're really thinking. If you say nothing, they'll assume you're thinking nothing, only what you let them see.

It's only when I'm awake that I think about dying.

Sometimes, Ultraviolet, things feel true to us even if they're not.

The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it's the small things that count. Everyone's so busy waiting in the Waiting Place. If we stopped to remember that there's such a thing as a Purina Tower and a view like this, we'd all be happier.

The thing I realize is that it's not what you take, it's what you leave.

You make me happy, whenever you're around I'm safe inside your smile. You make me handsome, whenever I feel my nose just seems a bit too round. You make me special, and God knows I've longed to be that kind of guy to have around. You make me love you, and that could be the greatest thing my heart was ever fit to do.

I like writing, but I like a lot of things. Maybe out of those things, I'm best at writing. Maybe it's what I like best of all. Maybe it's where I've always felt most at home. Or maybe the writing part of me is over. Maybe there's something else I'm supposed to do instead. I don't know.

She is oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium, and phosphorus. The same elements that are inside the rest of us, but I can't help thinking she's more that that and she's got other elements going on that on one's ever heard of, ones that make her stand apart from everybody else.

I am not perfect. I have secrets. I am messy. Not just my bedroom but me. No one likes messy.