The old Lena is dead.

Hate isn’t the most dangerous thing, he’d said. Indifference is.

This is what I want. This is the only thing I've ever wanted. Everything else—every single second of every single day that has come before this very moment, this kiss—has meant nothing.

I don't know where to go. I don't know what comes now." "Don't worry," Will said. "We'll figure something out." Liesl managed to smile at him. She liked that word: *we*. It sounded warm and open, like a hug.

The only thing worse than having no friends is being pitied for having no friends.

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

Despite the fact that Raven and Tack are often fighting, it's impossible to imagine one without the other. They are like two plants that have grown around each other - they strangle and squeeze and support at the same time.