There are boys so enraptured by love that they can't get their hearts to slow down enough to get some rest, and other boys so damaged by love that they can't stop picking at their pain.

His books are kept on freestanding shelves hung at different angles on a sea-green wall. They defy gravity, as good books should.

These words are now mine, but soon they’ll be ours.

I no longer think she's just being nice. She's being kind. Which is much more a sign of character than mere niceness. Kindness connects to who you are, while niceness connects to how you want to be seen.

Self-preservation isn't worth it if you can't live with the self you're preserving

Maybe there is hope in the fragments, that what is lost can always be filled in by someone who knows.

It's like, you know how sometimes you see a really sexy baby? Wait.