You may be real, but you're still stuck in a book.

The process of growing up was nothing more than figuring out what doors hadn't yet been slammed in your face.

If his voice hasn't been the melody of my life, it's been the bass line, so subtle you don't notice it until it's missing.

Jacob's room is the place entropy goes to die.

I closed my eyes and curled my fists around the things I knew for sure: That a scallop has thirty-five eyes, all blue. That a tuna will suffocate if it ever stops swimming. That I was loved. That this time, it was not me who broke

I didn't want to see her because it would make me feel better. I came because without her, it's hard to remember who I am.

It just goes to show you: you can put nine insane miles between you and another person. You can make a vow to never speak his name. You can surgically remove someone from your life. And still, he'll haunt you.