People, generally, suck.

Little-boy love...the cleanest pain I've ever known. Love without desire, conditions, or limits - a pure and radiant glow in the heart that could make me giddy and sad and glorious all at once. Where does it go? Why, in all their experiments, did the Magi never try to capture that purity in a bottle? Perhaps they couldn't.

Canada is a myth people made up to entertain children, like the Tooth Fairy. There’s no such place.

She hugged me and I could feel the heat rise in my face, either from shame or love, like there was a difference.

Boredom can be a lethal thing on a small island.

So Now You're Death: Here's What You'll Need

If you think anyone is sane you just don't know enough about them.