Jamie Sullivan

— If there is a higher power, why is it He can't get you a new sweater?
— He's too busy looking for your brain.

Getting out won't be your problem. It's more like figuring out what to do when you get somewhere.

Like, you were sent to me because I'm sick. To help me through all this. You're my angel.

Okay. One condition, though. You have to promise you won't fall in love with me.

— How can you see places like this... and have moments like this, and not believe?
— You're lucky to be so sure.
— It's like the wind. I can't see it, but I feel it.
— What do you feel?
— I feel wonder and beauty... joy, love. I mean, it's the center of everything.

Landon, I thought I saw something in you. Something good. But I was very wrong.

Landon Carter's asking me for help? Okay, I'll pray for you.

— Are you scared?
— To death.

— I have my beliefs. I have faith, but don't you?
— No. There's too much bad shit in this world.

— You.
— Me.

— So would it kill you to try?
— Yep, and I'm too young to die.

Maybe God... has a bigger plan for me than I had for myself. Like, this journey never ends.

— Please don't pretend like you know me, okay?
— But I do. I do. We have all the same classes since kindergarten. Why, you're Jamie Sullivan. You sit at lunch table seven. It's not the reject table, but it's definitely self-exile territory. You have exactly one sweater. You look at your feet when you walk. And for fun, you tutor on weekends... and hang out with the Stars and Planets kids. How's that sound?
— Fairly predictable. Nothing I haven't heard before.
— You don't care what people think?
— No.