There's no good way to die, you know? No way I've seen, anyway. It all ends with tubes and bedpans and IVs and I just-- smoking gets me out of there. Gets me outside, gets me away from all the--" "Sick people?" I say, and she shakes her head. "Away from my life.

I want to care, but I don't. I look at you and all I feel is tired. I walk through school and all I want to do is leave. I wake up in the morning and don't know why I'm here. I feel like I'm not real.

Talking about someone who makes you happy actually makes you happy.

Hope was supposed to be a good thing, but it was starting to feel like every other four-letter word you're not supposed to say.

Once upon a time, I did not live in Shady Pines. Once upon a time, my name was not Alice. Once upon a time, I didn't know how lucky I was.

Like a heart, and I wish mine wasn't beating.

Anger can try to break your heart, but sorrow is what will. What can. What does.