Because maybe Watonka was only ever supposed to be a temporary stopover, and maybe I will chase that train over the hill, and maybe we're all destined to leave this place, for sure, for real, together or alone. But for right now, we're here.

Don't settle for stuff. That's pretty much the only thing I learned in life. You see something, some chance for something great, you take it. You grab your keys and jump on your bike and go, no regrets.

I follow the path we’ve taken so many times this summer – across the front, down the street, cut back through a neighbor’s yard, down the stairs to the beach, past the pier, through the campfire labyrinth, up to the deck of the Shack, and straight into Sam’s arms.
Without speaking, he kisses me hard on the mouth and I kiss him back, sobbing and crumpling into his chest like a broken puppet.

I'm not sure if you even want me around or if you just feel sorry for me. I'm not sure of anything.

Mom asked for a cupcake miracle? Well, here comes the freaking holy angel of icing, at your service. --Hudson

Angel icing? That's the craziest, corniest, most whack-ass stuff I've heard in my life

No one wants to do it with a chick who smells like bacon."

Her brow creases. "Everybody loves bacon.