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

Don't think you have to be good because you're the only one left. Be as bad as you like.

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 you should say goodbye, Cal.' 'No.' 'It might be important.' 'It might make her die.

I imagine horses in the engine, their manes flying, their breaths steaming, their nostrils flaring as they gallop.

If you want a girl to like you, you have to listen like a woman and love like a man.

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.