Here's another thing to remember: hope keeps you alive. Even when you're dead, it's the only thing that keeps you alive.

But it does not tell you this: that love will turn the whole world into something greater than itself.

That's the way I feel, at least: like there's a real me and a reflection of me, and I have no way of telling which is which.

People need other people to feel things for them," she said. "It gets lonely to feel things all by yourself.

Alex loved books. He was the one who first introduced me to poetry. That's another reason I can't read anymore.

And it's the funniest thing: as soon as I see it, the whistling in my ears stops and the feeling of terror drains away, and I realize this whole time I haven't been falling at all. I've been floating.

The Wilds aren't safe anymore.