I screamed until my voice dried up in my throat. We all did. All of us in Ward Six, all of us forgotten, left to rot.

I don't love you, Lena. Do you hear me? I never love you.

Alex is dead, do you hear me? All of that-what we felt, what it meant- that's done now, okay? Buried. Blown away.

There is so much fragility in kissing, in other people: It is all glass.

I guess there are some things you never get used to.

Nobody ever said life was fair.

Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging up your back and runing its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do-the only thing-is run.