There is only what you want and what happens. There is only grabbing on and holding tight in the darkness.

I know the past will drag you backward and down, have you snatching at whispers of wind and the gibberish of trees rubbing together, trying to decipher some code, trying to piece together what was broken. It's hopeless. The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside you like a stone.

There were days I asked for it-prayed for it when I went to sleep. The belief that I would see you again, that I could find you-the hope for it-was the only thing that kept me going.

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.

I’m sorry,” he repeats again, too low for Raven and Tack to hear. “I’m sorry for everything.

The memories seem like snapshots from someone else’s life.

We should be protected from the people who will leave us in the end, from all the people who will disappear or forget us.