And I think of nothing. I think of nothing but Rachel. What happens next is pure magic, and is for us and us alone.

...She's not buying [the lie], but there's nothing else on the shelves.

We humans have the capacity to wreak horrors on each other. But we also have the capacity to survive those horrors.

Anger and hatred, when left unfed, bleed away like air from a punctured tire, over time and days and years. Forgiveness is stealth.

Sometimes hope could be the most frightening thing in the world.

[She] was made up of skin and bones and hate and crazy, and hate and crazy don't weigh anything.

You can't rely on love. Love will let you down every time. Every. Single. Time. I don't love Jecca. I don't love Fanboy. But... God, the buts in life will kill you absolutely every time, won't they. I don't love. But I need. I can admit that to myself.