...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.

There are more of us than you think.

The whole point of growing up is learning to stay on the laughing side.

that's what it was like waking up in the crypts. no-longer-dead. but without her. like burning alive.

They didn’t get me, I should have said. They saved me.

Unhappiness is bondage; therefore, happiness is freedom.

If he were less well trained, and less careful, he would say hate. But he can’t say it; it is too close to passion, and passion is too close to love, and love is amor deliria nervosa, the deadliest of all deadly things: It is the reason for the games of pretend, for the secret selves, for the spasms in the throat.