Popularity's a weird thing. You can't really define it, and it's not cool to talk about, but you know it when you see it. Like a lazy eye, or porn.

This was what being cured was like: like being in a fishbowl, circling always inside the same glass.

...if you are one tardy away from missing out on a big competition, you should probably make your coffee at home.

Lies are just stories, and stories are all that matter. We all tell stories. Some are more truthful than others, maybe, but in the end the only thing that counts is what you can make people believe.

But it does not tell you this: that love will turn the whole world into something greater than itself.

...and once at Hana's house, when we stole some blackberry liqueur from her parents' liquor cabinet and drank until the ceiling started spinning overhead. Hana was laughing and giggling, but I didn't like it, didn't like the sweet sick taste in my mouth or the way my thoughts seemed to break apart like a mist in the sun.

I vowed after that day that I would be your hero too, no matter how long it took