I have had passionate kisses and fierce ones, kisses so sweet they tasted like pure honey and kisses that cut like knives, but until this moment, I’ve never had one that said both hello and good-bye.

Love can make us do dreadful things.

He'd said the sun could burn me. It certainly looked angry enough, all orange and glowing mad.

Sometimes you find your heroes in the unlikeliest places.

Then in the interest of full honesty, I really wish you'd kiss me right now.

Sometimes the past needed to stay buried; it was the only way you could move on. And sometimes you had to dig it up, because that too was the only way.

We stand a professional distance apart, as if I can’t feel his pain screaming in my head. Mine amplifies his; they share a joint sound—that of glass breaking—until they swell to a crescendo that deafens.