She would do anything, anything to belong to his son after a lifetime of belonging to no one at all.

Poor kid,' Jenna says, and rolls her eyes toward me for a moment. Then she returns to her book. 'She doesn't even understand what kind of place this is.

You’re insane, you know that?” he says. “It’s the only thing keeping me afloat,” I say.

Love is not enough to keep any of us alive.

The seeds are tiny, unborn things, and I resent them. They'll be planted and they'll grow into exactly what they're meant to be.

I lost everyone I loved," I tell him. I wait for him to look at me, and then I add, "The day I met you.

Everyone should remember being born. It doesn't seem fair that we only remember dying.