And what if---what are you if the people who are supposed to love you can leave you like you're nothing?

Darling, the world doesn't owe you anything.

He looks trapped, helpless and furious, and that’s a feeling I know too well. Know how much it hurts. Know how it holds you down, how every day there are a thousand little ways to see there is nothing you can do to change who or what you are.

Little Alice, all hollowed out, so easy to smash into a million little pieces.

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

Then I heard someone laugh. I wished I didn't know whose laugh it was, but I knew Will's laugh just like I knew he had a small scar right above his left elbow. You couldn't be reluctantly lust-ridden for someone without noticing stuff about them.

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.