When I first saw Ellie, I knew it was her-- she was my fantasy. I didn't want it to be true, but every time I met her it was obvious, and the funny thing was that she was better than the fantasy, like I got more stuff than I'd imagined.

I want to die in my own way. It's my illness, my death, my choice. This is what saying yes means.

The last few weeks, it was as if someone had taken his life to pieces and let him see the way it worked.

Is this how it is for everyone?' she whispered. 'No.' 'How do you know?' 'I just do. I've never felt this with anyone before.' 'Serious?' 'Serious. That isn't a line.' 'Kiss me,' she said. He did. Everywhere.

Are you afraid, Tessa?

Should we say something?’ Cal asks. ‘Goodbye, bird?’ I suggest. He nods. ‘Goodbye, bird. Thank you for coming. And good luck.

I shrug him off. 'Can't you just go away?" There's a moment. It has a sound in it, as if something very small got broken.