In one of the tents, Julian is sleeping. And in another: Alex

Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame.

The only thing worse than having no friends is being pitied for having no friends.

You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them. You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist. And there are many of us out there, more than you think. People who refuse to stop believing. People who refuse to come to earth. People who love in a world without walls, people who love into hate, into refusal, against hope, and without fear. I love you. Remember. They cannot take it.

Maybe before you die, it's your ghosts you see.

We all need mantras, I guess - stories we tell ourselves to keep us going.

And now I know why they invented words for love, why they had to: It's the only thing that can come close to describing what I feel in that moment, the baffling mixture of pain and pleasure and fear and joy, all running sharply through me at once.