For a second I think about how easy it would be to pass back to the other side, to walk straight into the laboratories and offer myself up to the surgeons. You were right; I was wrong. Get it out.

You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them.

Maybe all of these different possibilities exist at the same time, like each moment we live has a thousand other moments layered underneath it that look different.

That's my favorite thing about him. I like to lie next to him when it's late, dark, and so quiet I can hear my own heartbeat. It's times like that when I'm sure that I'm in love.

This was what true fear was--that you could never know other people, not completely. That you were always just guessing blind.

I’ve always hated being looked at.

But that's the problem with love - it acts on you, works through you, resists your attempts to control.