My face seems too square and my eyes too big, like I'm perpetually surprised, but there's nothing wrong with me that I can fix.

That's what the voices in your head are for, to get you through the silent parts.

Which is more stubborn, the love or the two arguing people caught within it?

I don’t want you to think I got through this undamaged, okay? But I’m learning to live with it. Because otherwise, the damage is all you are.

love is tied to truth. I think of them as unhappily conjoined twins.

There comes a time when the body takes over the life. There comes a time when the body’s urges, the body’s needs, dictate the life. You have no idea you are giving the body the key. But you hand it over. And then it’s in control. You mess with the wiring and the wiring takes charge.

People read vampire novels and say, Oh I want to read another vampire novel. People read fantasy, and theyre like, Oh I love fantasy. I dont know that people are necessarily finishing Hunger Games and immediately wanting to read another dystopian tale.