it occurs to me that there is so much I never knew about him--his past, his role in the resistance, what his life was like in the Wilds, before he came to Portland, and I feel a flash of grief so intense it almost makes me cry out: not for what I lost, but for the chances I missed.

You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them.

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.

That's the thing: We didn't really care. A world without love is also a world without stakes.

I vowed after that day that I would be your hero too, no matter how long it took

...if you are one tardy away from missing out on a big competition, you should probably make your coffee at home.

For a second I feel a rush of sadness: for the horizons that vanish behind us, for the people we leave behind, the tiny-doll selves that get stored away and ultimately buried.