Fear. Blame. Don't forget. Mom. I love you. -Lauren Oliver, Delerium

Music, I think, he makes me feel like music

That's what time does: We stand stubbornly like rocks while it flows all around us, believing that we are immutable - and all the time we're being carved, and shaped, and whittled away.

We leave Pippa behind, standing in the dark, teeming bowels of the camp, while the sun begins to stain the sky electric, and from all sides the guns draw closer.

For the first time in my life I actually feel sorry for Carol. I'm only seventeen years old, and I already know something she doesn't know: I know that life isn't life if you just float through it. I know that the whole point- the only point- is to find things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go.

No guest rooms.” I shake my head resolutely. “I want to be in a room room. A lived-in room.

But it's not about knowing. It is simply about going forward.