I see an ocean that’s spilled out of a wineglass, its body clear and sparkling and folding over itself. I see a ribbon of sand.

Bet you never eat, he says. Bet you drink up the oxygen like it's butter. Bet you can go for days on nothing but thoughts.

I always knew I was an excellent liar; I just didn't know that I had it in me to fool myself.

So many of the things I've wanted are the things I've been taught to fear.

There's a sort of dead passion in him. A spark that, had he more years to live, would be a wildfire.

Sometimes we don't know how afraid we are until we've reached a strange door and we don't know what will be on the other side.

I wonder if she has figured out that I'll never love Linden, especially not in the way she does, and that he'll never love anyone the way he loves her. I wonder if she realizes, despite all her efforts to train me, that I can never take her place.