Humans are the absolute worst thing to happen to this planet.

I'll tell you something about true love. There's no science to it. It's as natural as the sky.

I wish I had a memory of that first violent shove, the shock of cold air, the sting of oxygen into new lungs. Everyone should remember being born. It doesn't seem fair that we only remember dying.

It's quiet for a while, and then Rowan says; "We could talk now. We're alone out here. No walls." "There are always walls." I say.

My sisters were in that van.

Vaughn is talking about the heat, and his voice is so excited that it breaks into whispers at times. He loves his madness the way a bird loves the sky.

It's best to let her go," he says. No, no, that's wrong. It's never right to give up on someone.