Amor deliria nervosa isn't a disease of love. It's a disease of selfishness.

They’d already taken her from me once. I didn’t want to lose her again.

A room full of words that are nearly the truth but not quite, each note fluttering off the steam of its rose like a broken butterfly wing.

My boyfriend's an idiot," I say as soon as he lurches away."A cute idiot," Ally corrects me."That's like saying 'a cute mutant.' Doesn't exist.

What glitters may not be gold; and even wolves may smile; and fools will be led by promises to their deaths.

Anger is useful only to a certain point. After that, it becomes rage, and rage will make you careless.

I'd rather die on my own terms than live on theirs. I'd rather die loving Alex than live without him.