we love what we love and who we love who we love and why we love why we love and find a falling shoelace knotted and strung between the fingers of strangers

The thing about fate is, are you the master of your fate, or are the stars?

A little known fact: I read all the time. books were the one thing that got me out of Gatlin, even if it was only for a little while.

I almost ran you down, remember? I have to be nice to you, so you don't have me arrested.

The stuffs you're good at and the stuffs you're bad at are just different parts of the same thing. Same goes for people you love and the people you don't. And the people who love you and the people who don't. The only thing that mattered was that you cared about a few people.

There were two kinds of people in our town. The stupid, and the stuck.

When she slept, she looked peaceful, beautiful. Not Lena's kind of beautiful, something different. She looked content - like a sunny day, a cold glass of milk, an unopened book before you cracked the binding.