I'm used to a feeling of doubleness, of thinking one thing and having to do another, a constant tug-of-war.

This is what I want. This is the only thing I've ever wanted. Everything else—every single second of every single day that has come before this very moment, this kiss—has meant nothing.

You have to learn that people are always listening.

The reason you can never go home again isn't necessarily that places change, but people do. So nothing ever looks the same.

I love you. Remember. They cannot take it

But the guilt goes even deeper than that. It, too, is dust: Layers and layers of it have accumulated. Because if it weren’t for me, Lena and Alex would never have been caught at all. I told on them. I was jealous. God forgive me, for I have sinned.

It will kill me, it will kill me, it will kill me. And I don't care.