How could he convey to someone who'd never even met her the way she always smelled like rain, or how his stomach knotted up every time he saw her shake loose her hair from its braid? How could he describe how it felt when she finished his sentences, turnec the mug they were sharing so that her mouth landed where his had been? How did he explain the way they could be in a locker room, or underwater, or in the piney woods of Maine, bus as long as Em was with him, he was at home?

I know what it's like when the things you believe make you feel like you're on the outside looking in.

Here's what no one ever tells you about love: it hurts, having your heart broken

Even though it hurt, there are kinds of pain you couldn't speak out loud.

Everyone thinks you make mistakes when you're young. But I don't think we make any fewer when we're grown up

You can run but you can't hide... but I can try. I feel air catch in my lungs and I get a cramp in my side and this pain, this wonderful physical pain that I can place, reminds me that after all I am still alive.

if you don't get sick, you won't get well.