When we get out of highschool we'll look back and know we did everything right, that we kissed the cutest boys and went to the best parties, got in just enough trouble, listened to our music too loud, smoked too many cigarettes, and drank too much and laughed too much and listened too little, or not al all.

I will make a pact with you: I will do it if you will do it, always and forever. Take down the walls.

Love is a kind of possession. It’s a poison.

I've been so used to thinking of what the borders are keeping out that I haven't considered that they're also penning us in.

That’s what made it so frightening to the lawmakers: Love obeys no laws other than its own.

It's the rule of the wilds. You must be bigger, and stronger, and tougher. A coldness radiates through me, a solid wall that is growing, piece by piece, in my chest. He doesn't love me. He never loved me. It was all a lie. "The old Lena is dead." I say, and then push past him. Each step is more difficult than the last; the heaviness fills me and turns my limbs to stone. You must hurt or be hurt.

I wonder whether she was sorry for leaving us behind.