I needed to touch her, like I needed to breathe.

I wanted to stay this way forever. Which, it turns out, was exactly five more minutes.

It wasn't that she was different from all the other girls at Jackson. That was obvious. It was that she made me realize how much I was just like the rest of them, even if I wanted to pretend I wasn't.

These are the kinds of things a guy thinks about when he visits his own grave.

The Sisters were Southern Baptist, and they went to church on Saturdays and Sundays, and most other days, too.

It's the face the world sees, the one you can change as many times as you want

I smiled at her, but she was already lost in thought, looking around the library as if it held all the answers to all our problems.