And a face above mine, white and beautiful, eyes as large as the moon. You saved me. A hand on my cheek, cool and dry. Why did you save me? Words welling up on a tide: No, the opposite. Eyes the colour of a dawn sky, a crown of blond hair, so bright and white and blinding I could swear it was a halo.

For a second I feel a rush of sadness: for the horizons that vanish behind us, for the people we leave behind, the tiny-doll selves that get stored away and ultimately buried.

i feel like a curtain has dropped away and i'm seeing people for who they really are, different, and sharp, and unknowable.

And there it is: Even though we’re standing in the same patch of sun-drenched pavement, we might as well be a hundred thousand miles apart.

It is a beautiful world for the people who get to play the fist.

I didn't realize then what a privilege that was: to be bored with your best friend; to have time to waste.

Love is the only thing in the world worth having. You must never loose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.