Tôi mãi mãi biết ơn vì không biết gì về điều gì sẽ xảy ra. Những gì sẽ không có ai trong số những kẻ buồn vui lẫn lộn và nó được thắp sáng với niềm vui.
I walk through the black Indiana night, under a ceiling of stars, and think about the phrase “elegance and euphoria,” and how it describes exactly what I feel with Violet. For once, I don’t want to be anyone but Theodore Finch, the boy she sees. He understands what it is to be elegant and euphoric and a hundered different people most of them flawed and stupid, part asshole, part screwup, part freak, a boy who wants to be easy for the folks around him so that he doesn’t worry them and, most of all, easy for himself. A boy who belongs – here in the world, here in his own skin. He is exactly who I want to be and what I want my epitaph to say: The Boy Violet Markey Loves.
Jennifer Niven, All the Bright Places