Everything looks beautiful. The Book of Shhh says that deliria alters your perception, disables your ability to reason clearly, impairs you from making sound judgments. But it does not tell you this: that love will turn the whole world into something greater than itself.

Let me tell you something about dying: it's not as bad as they says. it's the coming-back-to-life part that hurts.

I'll find you," he says, watching me with the eyes I remember. "I won't let you go again

And you should hear the music. Incredible, amazing music, like nothing you've ever heard, music that almost takes your head off, you know? That makes you want to scream and jump up and down and break stuff and cry.

Everything looks stark and vivid and frozen, as though drawn precisely and outlined in ink - parents' smiles frozen, camera flashes blinding, mouths open and white teeth glinstening, dark glossy hair and deep blue sky and unrelenting light, everyone drowning in light - everything so clear and perfect I'm sure it must already be a memory, or a dream.

You have to go forward: It's the only way. You have to go forward no matter what happens. This is the universal law.

This is what hatred is. It will feed you and at the same time turn you to rot.