Everything I see and touch reminds me of him, and so everything I see and touch is perfect.

The reason you can never go home again isn't necessarily that places change, but people do. So nothing ever looks the same.

I'm overwhelmed with sadness for everything that was lost, and filled with anger toward the people who took it away. My people-or at least, my old people. I don't know who I am anymore, or where I belong. That's not totally true...I know I belong with Alex.

Let me tell you something about dying: it's not as bad as they says. it's the coming-back-to-life part that hurts.

This is one of my favorite things about the Underground: the crashing of the cymbals, the screeching guitar riffs, music that moves into the blood and makes you feel hot and wild and alive.

I’m sorry for everything.” Then he turns and pushes back into the woods, and he’s gone.

For all the people who have infected me with amor deliria nervosa in the past - you know who you are. For the people who will infect me in the future - I can't wait to see who you'll be. And in both cases: Thank you.