I actually feel something in my chest open, a feeling so intense, it’s like my heart’s about to burst. And I just let it. I just let it out.

The music is the void. And you're the reason why.

I might have been eleven years old and a little socially immature, but I recognized a gauntlet being thrown down when I saw it, and I had no choice but to take it up.

But then Mason touches my neck, to the spot on it where the cut from that night has since healed, and I pull away. He was right, after all; it didn't leave a scar, though part of me wishes it had. At least I'd have some evidence, some justification of this permanence. Stains are even worse when you're the only one who can see them.

A day might just be twenty-four hours but sometimes getting through one seems as impossible as scaling Everest.

You have to fall in love to be in love, but falling in love isn't the same as being in love

Sometimes you can't know until you know.