You couldn't erase the past. You couldn't even change it. But sometimes life offered you the opportunity to put it right.

It wasn't just that Lucy wanted to help him. She wasn't as selfless as that. She was madly attracted to him. She was attracted to all of the normal things and the weird things, too, like the back of his neck and his thumbs on the edge of his desk and the way his hair stuck out on one side like a little wing over his ear. She caught his smell once, and it made her dizzy. She couldn't fall asleep that night.

She'd cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn't feel like this. Her heart felt not so much broken as just ... empty. It felt like she was an outline empty in the middle. The outline cried senselessly for the absent middle. The past cried for the present that was nothing.

When I turned fifteen, I remember my father gave me a credit card which I was allowed to use for two things: emergencies and books.

Love who you love while you have them. That's all you can do. Let them go when you must. If you know how to love, you'll never run out.

I mean putting yourself out there in the way of overwhelming happiness and knowing you're also putting yourself in the way of terrible harm. I'm scared to be this happy. I'm scared to be this extreme.

I did love her. I've loved her from the first time I saw her.