I made a fatal error thinking he could save me.

Was this love? Because it hurt. It was like a bit of glass stuck somewhere important--his heart or his head, and it was throbbing.

Maybe I’ll come back as somebody else. I’ll be the wild-haired girl Adam meets in his first week at university. ‘Hi, are you on the horticultural course as well?

Statement: A girl and a boy jump into a river. The boy swims over to the girl and says, "God, it's cold." Question: What's the probability they will kiss?

I want the people I love to get up and speak about me, and even if you cry it'll be OK. I want you to say honest things.

It's utterly beautiful not to know my own edges.

. . . my bones they'll burn or bury. It'll be my death.