Teenagers. Everything is so apocalyptic.

Even lost in the darkness, my heart will find you.

Until then, you can do what everyone else your age does. Listen to music. Watch the television. Just keep your nose away from those books.

I wouldn't know where to start." "He who chooses the beginning of the road chooses the place it leads to." "Thoreau?" "Harry Emerson Fosdick.

She didn't say a work, and I gave up trying, because you couldn't hear either one of us over the shattering noise of hearts breaking and the looming shadow of the last word, the one we refused to say.

In death, lie. In living, cry. Carry me home to remember to be remembered.

And you couldn’t control who you loved, even if you wanted to. That had been Genevieve’s problem with Ethan Carter Wate. It had been Uncle Macon’s problem with Lila, Link’s with Ridley. Probably even Ridley’s with Link. Love was how all these knots started to unravel in the first place.