I still wanted to know why. As though somebody was going to answer that for me, as though any answer would be satisfying.

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

I’ve been trying so hard not to think his name, not to even breathe the idea of him

I’ve never really had a party before.” “Why did you have one now?” I say, just to keep him talking. He gives a half laugh. “I thought if I had a party, you would come.

It is a ruined-world, a nonsense-place.

Everything in me feels fluttering and free, like I could take off from the ground at any second. Music, I think, he makes me feel like music.

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