Linda Schell: I went into your room and I tried to think like you did. I wanted to understand.
Oskar Schell: You were snooping on me?
Linda Schell: I was searching for you.
Oskar Schell: Can I kiss you?
Abby Black: You're a sweet boy, but I don't think that would be a good idea.
Oskar Schell: Can I take a picture so that I can remember you?
Thomas Schell: If things were easy to find, they wouldn't be worth finding.
Oskar Schell: Dad told me, he said: I really love your mother, she's such a good girl.
Oskar Schell: Succotash my Balzac, dipshiitake.
Oskar Schell: Doesn't anybody know that there isn't anybody in the coffin? We should have filled it with his shoes or something. It's like a pretend funeral, for a goldfish or something.
Oskar's Grandmother: This is just what it is, Oskar.
Oskar Schell: It doesn't make sense.
Oskar Schell: Only humans can cry tears. Did you know that?
Oskar Schell: If the sun were to explode, you wouldn't even know about it for 8 minutes because that's how long it takes for light to travel to us.
Oskar Schell: For eight minutes the world would still be bright and it would still feel warm.
Oskar Schell: It was a year since my dad died and I could feel my eight minutes with him... were running out.
Linda Schell: I miss his voice. I miss his voice telling me he loves me.
Oskar Schell: Me too.
Thomas Schell: Well, as with anything, if you want to believe you can find reasons to.
