It’s hard to look at Barron now, but I do. He’s smirking. His black hair and black suit make him into a shadow, as if I conjured some dark mirror of myself.

Crippled things are always more beautiful. It's the flaw that brings out beauty.

You can always count on your family to love you. And to betray you. And then to feel guilty about it.

Sometimes,” Sam says, “I can’t tell when you’re lying.” “I never lie,” I lie.

I can't trust the people I care about not to hurt me. And I'm not sure I can trust myself not to hurt them, either.

She didn't know how much she'd been hoping that he still loved her, until she felt how much it hurt to realize he didn't.

I thought I was getting better at this. I thought I was starting to make peace with being in love with a girl who despises me, but I don't think I'm so okay with it after all. Somewhere along the line I made a dark bargain with the universe without ever really being aware of it--a bargain that if I was allowed to see her, even if we never spoke, then I could live with that. And now a week without her has swallowed up all of my rational thinking. I feel like a junkie, sick for my next fix and not sure when it will come.