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

So many things become beautiful when you really look.

The second time my world exploded, it was also because of a word. A word that worked its way out of my throat and danced onto and out of my lips before I could think about it, or stop it. The question was: Will you meet me tomorrow? And the word was: Yes.

Most of the time one night blends into the next and weeks blend into weeks and months into other months. And sooner or later we all die. But at the beginning of the night anything’s possible.

He is no longer mine to lose, but the grief is there, a gnawing sense of disbelief.

It's the time of the night I like best, when most people are asleep and it feels like the world belongs completely to my friends and me, as though nothing exists apart from out little circle: everywhere else is darkness and quiet.

When you love someone, when you care for someone, you have to do it through the good and the bad. Not just when you're happy and it's easy.