This is not the person I wanted to become: Hatred has carved a permanent place inside me, a hollow where things are so easily lost.

Despite the fact that Raven and Tack are often fighting, it's impossible to imagine one without the other. They are like two plants that have grown around each other - they strangle and squeeze and support at the same time.

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

It's like there's a filter set up in my brain, except instead of making things better, it twists everything around so what comes out of my mouth is totally wrong, totally different from what I was thinking.

Alex loved books. He was the one who first introduced me to poetry. That's another reason I can't read anymore.

The flip side of freedom is this: When you're completely free, you're also completely on your own.

Love, the deadliest of all things: It kills you both when you have it and when you don't. But that isn't it, exactly. The condemner and the condemned. The executioner; the blade; the last-minute reprieve; the gasping breath and the rolling sky above you and the thank you, thank you, thank you God. Love: It will kill you and save you, both.