It truly sucks to doubt your friends when you only have one or two of them, I realized.

Besides, the normal people here wouldn’t see it. That was what “different” meant. It’s just another word for lonely.

There was a hole inside her, and it twisted.

I wasn't sure if the word boys should mean dim or incomprehensible. I was hovering between the two, with a healthy dose of testosterone-poisoned.

Lucas went even paler. “Then you’re on the track to suicide,” he whispered. “Take my advice, Valentine. Run. Run as fast as you can, for as long as you can. Steal whatever bit of life you can. You’re already dead.

I'm getting really tired of bleeding. Someone stop the world, I want to get off.

Some of the djamphir are so pretty it almost hurts to look at them. And it was hard to look without feeling rumpled and messy in comparison.