Pretty girls don't have ugly mouths.

I want you to go to the Ancient Languages Department at Trinity College tomorrow morning, Ms.Lane.

Some things are sacred. Until you act like they're not. Then you lose them

Those who were so long imprisoned in ice and darkness seem to find the sunlight jarring, painful. The longer I walk around with this grief inside me, the more I understand that. It’s as if sunshine is a slap in the face that says, Look, the world’s all bright and shiny! Too bad you’re not.

Do your thing, Ms. Lane. you might be criminally young, but the night is not.

I wasn't prepared for death. Nobody is. You lose someone you love more than you love yourself, and you get a crash course in mortality. You lie awake night after night, wondering if you really believe in heaven and hell and finding all kinds of reasons to cling to faith, because you can't bear to believe they aren't out there somewhere, a few whispered words of a prayer away.

There aren't many sins in my bible. Giving up is the greatest one of all.