Who knows? Maybe they’re right. Maybe we are driven crazy by our feelings. Maybe love is a disease, and we would be better off without it. But we have chosen a different road. And in the end that is the point of escaping the cure: We are free to choose. We are even free to choose the wrong thing.

He was still in love with you, anyway.

No one had ever told her this basic fact: not everyone got to be loved.

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

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).

people themselves are full of tunnels: winding, dark spaces and caverns; impossible to know all the places inside of them. Impossible even to imagine.

An eye for an eye." "And the whole world goes blind," Coral puts in quietly.