I'd rather die my way than live yours.

I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.

Don't worry about what you're writing or whether it's good or even whether it makes sense.

A string of bright white buildinh, glistening like teeth over the slurping mouth of the ocean.

"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."

...and once at Hana's house, when we stole some blackberry liqueur from her parents' liquor cabinet and drank until the ceiling started spinning overhead. Hana was laughing and giggling, but I didn't like it, didn't like the sweet sick taste in my mouth or the way my thoughts seemed to break apart like a mist in the sun.

I love you. They can't take it away.