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

Parents don't know their children at all. No one knows anyone, in fact.

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.

Every breath, every heartbeat, was one less until maybe things stopped hurting this much.

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.

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

Like a tree losing its leaves. I forget even the thing I was thinking.