I feel a flash of grief so intense it almost makes me cry out: not for what I lost, but for the chances I missed.
If you’re smart, you care. And if you care, you love.
Love obeys no laws other than its own.
When he speaks again, I can tell that he's smiling. "So I guess we saved each other.
I wonder whether she was sorry for leaving us behind.
Fourth period I have "life skills", which is what they call gym when you're old enough to be offended by forced physical activity (Elody thinks they should call it slavery instead, for accuracy).