I’m Hana,” Hana says. “And this is Lena.” She jabs me with an elbow. I know I must look like a fish, standing there with my mouth gaping open, but I’m too outraged to speak. He’s lying. I know he’s the one I saw yesterday, would bet my life on it. “Alex. Nice to meet you.” Alex keeps his eyes on me as he and Hana shake hands. Then he extends a hand to me. “Lena,” he says thoughtfully. “I’ve never heard that name before.

I get that rush that comes when you know you're doing something wrong and are getting away with it, like stealing from the school cafeteria of getting tipsy at a family holiday without anyone knowing it.

Fear. Blame. Don't forget. Mom. I love you. -Lauren Oliver, Delerium

I hate skin; I hate bones and bodies. I want to curl up inside of him and be carried there forever.

We are always being pushed and squeezed down one road or another. We have no choice but to step forward, and then step forward again, and then step forward again; suddenly we find ourselves on a road we haven't chosen at all.

People need other people to feel things for them," she said. "It gets lonely to feel things all by yourself.

My parents were pretty liberal, but they were still parents. I definitely had my teenage rebellion.