The assumption of the word reunion is that, once you're together again, you are united. Two as one. Pulling close to someone is only a temporary symbol. It's the way you breathe with each other that's the telltale sign.

I am breathing. In dreams, we never bother to breathe.

It’s up to you, not fate. True. But it was also up to Lily. That was the trickiest part.

Making love without noise is like playing a muted piano-fine for practice, but you cheat yourself out of hearing the glorious results.

They defy gravity, as good books should.

I don't get this at all. It's like protesting the fact that some people are red-haired.

School is school-she wants it to be over, but she's afraid of it being over, because then she'll have to figure out what comes next.