You should only fall in love with people who will fall in love with you back.

I am growing stronger. I am a stone being excavated by the slow passage of water; I am wood charred by a fire.

...into hate, into refusal, against hope and without fear

Once Mo had closed the gates, he returned to his little stone hut, and his half-eaten sandwich of butter and canned sardines, and his mug of thick hot chocolate, which every night he poured carefully into a thermos labeled COFFEE.

Some things are better left buried and forgotten.

The question was: Will you meet me tomorrow? And the word was: Yes.

I hate both of my parents right now: for sitting quietly in our house, while out in the darkness my heart was beating away all of the seconds of my life, ticking them off one by one until my time was up; for letting the thread between us stretch so far and so thin that the moment it was severed for good they didn't even feel it.