When he speaks again, I can tell that he's smiling. "So I guess we saved each other.

I’m not the Hana everyone told me I would be after my cure.

We're on the other side of the fence now, Lena,' she says, tiredly, as she passes. "Don't you get it? You can't tell me what to feel.

It amazes me how easy it is for things to change, how easy it is to start off down the same road you always take and wind up somewhere new. Just one false step, one pause, one detour, and you end up with new friends or a bad reputation or a boyfriend or a breakup. It's never occurred to me before; I've never been able to see it. And it makes me feel, weirdly, like maybe all of these different possibilities exist at the same time, like each moment we live has a thousand other moments layered underneath it that look different.

Running is a mental sport, more than anything else. You're only as good as your training, and your training is only as good as your thinking.

Black is too morbid; red will set them on edge; pink is too juvenile; orange is freakish

I think of Grace and feel a sharp pain in my chest.