"Everyone is asleep. They've all been asleep for years. You seemed... awake." Alex is whispering now. He closes his eyes, opens them again. "I'm tired of sleeping."

If you want something, if you take it for your own, you'll always be taking it from someone else.

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

I said, I prefer the ocean when it's gray. Or not really gray. A pale, in-between color. It reminds me of waiting for something good to happen.

like I am Alice in the Wonderland and have gotten too big for the room.

You must hurt, or be hurt.

I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people-to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for the whole, to see the cause and think it's the effect or vice versa