Are you afraid, Tessa?

Humans are made from nuclear ash of dead stars

The inside of the door is glossy white. A total re-paint. I touch it with my fingers, but it stays the same. It's so bright it makes the room waver at the edges. Every few years we disappear.

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

I miss him as soon as he goes. When he isn't with me, I think I made him up.

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

She'd never in her whole life bunked school, smoked dope, or kissed a boy whose name she didn't know, and yet in the last few days, she'd done all these things.