She sits up. I can’t read her expression, but her cheeks look a little pink. “I didn’t think you were going to be here.” “I live here.

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.

He was saying that the end of the world wasn't an accident; it was a joke.

I thought weirdness was a good thing. I don't mean that defensively, either. I thought it was something to be cultivated.

This is never going to be over,” I shout. “Someone will always be after me. There’s always consequences. Well, BRING IT. I am done with being afraid, and I am done with you.

She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air.

If you keep it," Daneca says, "he'll have his claws in you." Everyone has their claws in me. Everyone.