my lungs sucked at being lungs.

This is what I love about novels - both reading them and writing them. They jump into the abyss to be with you where you are.

Leaving feels good and pure only when you leave something important, something that mattered to you. Pulling life out by the roots. But you can't do that until your life has grown roots.

Grateful to be a little boat, full of water, still floating.

Love is always a miracle, everywhere,every time. But for us, it's a little different. I don't want to say it's more miraculous,...It is though.

Sometimes the way you think about someone isn't the way they actually are.

I didn't want to look at them, so I looked away, and to look away was to look at Augustus.