But I could always tell in her eyes if she got really pissed at me, and her eyes were still pretty smiley

There is only one things in this world shittier than biting it from cancer when you're sixteen, and that's having a kid who bites it from cancer.

I always liked routine. I suppose I never found boredom very boring. I doubted I could explain it to someone like Margo but drawing circles through life struck me as a kind of reasonable insanity.

She has enough black eyeliner on to outline a corpse, and her skin's so pale she looks like she's just broken dawn.

As I recall, you promised to CALL when you finished the book, not text.

I was thinking about this girl you love so much," she said, "And this place I love so much. And how that happens. How you can just fall into it.

The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, because there was no longer anyone to remember with. It felt like losing your co-rememberer meant losing the memory itself, as if the things we'd done were less real and important than they had been hours before.