Alaska decided to go help Dolores with dinner. She said that it was sexist to leave the cooking to the women, but better to have good sexist food than crappy boy-prepared food.

... she called it a paper town. Like, you know, everything so fake and flimsy.

She spoke quietly then, the tiniest crack in her voice, and all at once Lacey Pemerton was not Lacey Pemberton. She was just—like, a person.

I love making YouTube videos. I love Tumblr, I love Twitter. I love talking with people I find interesting about stuff I find interesting, and the Internet is a great way to do that.

That deep, can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth sleep.

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.

Is that what relationships become? A reduced version of the hurt, nothing else let in. It was more than that. I know it was more than that.