I hated hurting him. Most of the time, I could forget about it, but the inexorable truth is this: They might be glad to have me around, but I was the alpha and the omega of my parents' suffering.

So it’s your death suit.” “Correct. Don’t you have a death outfit?” “Yeah,” I said. “It’s a dress I bought for my fifteenth birthday party. But I don’t wear it on dates.” His eyes lit up. “We’re on a date?” he asked. I looked down, feeling bashful. “Don’t push it.

She's just playing a trick on us. This is just an Alaska Young Prank Extraordinaire. It's Alaska being Alaska, funny and playful and not knowing when or how to put on the brakes.

It's hard to get movie studios to pay a lot of money for movies that don't have robots or explosions.

Worry is yet another side effect of dying.

I am concussed," I announced, entirely sure of my self-diagnosis.

It was nice - in the dark and the quiet... and her eyes looking back, like there was something in me worth seeing.