He is no longer mine to lose, but the grief is there, a gnawing sense of disbelief.

Once Mo had closed the gates, he returned to his little stone hut, and his half-eaten sandwich of butter and canned sardines, and his mug of thick hot chocolate, which every night he poured carefully into a thermos labeled COFFEE.

Old words; words that nearly brought me to my knees. Live free or die

No guy in his right mind would ever choose me when there are people like Hana in the world: It would be like settling for a stale cookie when what you really want is a big bowl of ice cream, whipped cream and cherries and chocolate sprinkles included.

A good friend keeps your secrets for you. A best friend helps you keep your own secrets.

I'll find you," he says, watching me with the eyes I remember. "I won't let you go again

I’m sorry,” he repeats again, too low for Raven and Tack to hear. “I’m sorry for everything.