Taylor Ambrose: I'm Taylor. ACL.
Kate Fitzgerald: I'm Kate. APL.
Taylor Ambrose: Oh, a rarity.

By the way, Jodi Picoult is an absolute literary genius.
Holy crap, the movie of My Sister's Keeper made me ill.

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"If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one?
Or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?"

"In nineteen minutes, you can mow the front lawn; color your hair;
Watch a third of a hockey game. In nineteen minutes,
You can bake scones or get a tooth filled by a dentist;
You can fold laundry for a family of five.
In nineteen minutes, you can stop the world;
or you can just jump off it. "

"Did you ever walk through a room that's packed with people, and feel so lonely you can hardly take the next step?"

"If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them?
Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?"

"Everyone thinks you make mistakes when you're young.
But I don't think we make any fewer when we're grown up."

"Something still exists as long as there's someone around to remember it."

"When you don't fit in, you become superhuman.
You can feel everyone else's eyes on you, stuck like Velcro.
You can hear a whisper about you from a mile away.
You can disappear, even when it looks like you're still standing right there.
You can scream, and nobody hears a sound.
You become the mutant who fell into the vat of acid,
The Joker who can't remove his mask,
The bionic man who's missing all his limbs and none of his heart.
You are the thing that used to be normal, but that was so long ago,
You can't even remember what it was like."

"I love you," he whispered, and that was the moment he knew what he was going to do. When you loved someone, you put their needs before your own. No matter how inconceivable those needs were; no matter how f***ed up; no matter how much it made you feel like you were ripping yourself into pieces."

"How could he convey to someone who'd never even met her
the way she always smelled like rain,
or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her
shake loose her hair from its braid? How could he describe
how it felt when she finished his sentences,
turned the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed
where his had been? How did he explain the way they could be in
a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of Maine,
but as long as Em was with him, he was at home?"

"I sometimes think it's easier to be the one who's been
hurt than the one who couldn't stop it from happening."

“The saddest day in the world will be the one when she stops pretending.”

“Could you really love someone who was capable
of falling in love with someone else?”

As it turned out, hell wasn't watching the people you love get hurt;
it was coming in during the second act,
when it was already too late to stop it from happening.”

"You'd think someone who'd been to medical school would be
able to hear through a stethoscope that somebody was empty inside."

"It's crazy, right? To love someone who's hurt you? "
"It's crazier to think that someone who hurts you loves you.”