It's like a razor blade edging its way through my organs, shredding me, all I can think is: It will kill me, it will kill me, it will kill me. And I don't care.

If you’re smart, you care. And if you care, you love.

He's stuck with me and I'm stuck with him. We're stuck. That's what growing up is all about, I guess.

Fear. Blame. Don't forget. Mom. I love you. -Lauren Oliver, Delerium

But it's not about knowing. It is simply about going forward.

Fourth period I have "life skills", which is what they call gym when you're old enough to be offended by forced physical activity (Elody thinks they should call it slavery instead, for accuracy).

Because?' I prompt 'Because I'm sorry, but I can't help it, and I really need to kiss you right now.