I could be worse, you know." "How?" I asked, teasing. "I mean, I have a work of calligraphy over my toilet that reads, 'Bathe yourself in the comfort of God's words,' Hazel. I could be way worse." "Sounds unsanitary," I said.

Anyway, that was the last good day I had with Gus until the Last Good Day.

And I don’t blame him. I don’t even trust me.

We had to forgive to survive the labyrinth

We all romanticize the people we adore.

Love is just a shout in the void.

I could stand up and go to her and kiss her. I could. But there is still too much to be ruined.