I wonder what it’s like for her, looking so much like a dead girl.

It doesn't matter how much his mother loves him; love is not enough to keep any of us alive.

There is warmth shooting through my broken body where there should be pain, and I put my arms around the back of his neck and I hold on to him. I hold on because you never know in this place when something good will be taken away.

I don't know if it was love or an illusion. I don't know if there's ever a way to be certain.

The thing about hope is that it doesn't go away even when it serves no purpose.

Tell freedom I said hello.' 'If I happen to see it, I will.

I've loved you since the day I stole the atlas for you," Gabriel says, because he thinks I'm asleep.