"And I love you too." His fingers skate the edge of my jaw, dance briefly over my lips. "You should know that. You have to know that."

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.

I need to live my life in the light of their deaths. I need to live.

It strikes me how strange people are. You can see them every day - you can think you know them - and then you fшnd out you hardly know them at all.

Now I'd rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie.

But maybe you carried your demons with you everywhere, the way you carried your shadow.

There is so much fragility in kissing, in other people: It is all glass.