The thing I was beginning to figure out about Sam and Grace, the thing about Sam not being able to function without her, was that that sort of love only worked when you were sure both people would always be around for each other. If one half of the equation left, or died, or was slightly less perfect in their love, it became the most tragic, pathetic story invented, laughable in its absurdity. Without Grace, Sam was a joke without a punch line.

You could write a book about things that you can't find on-line.

Oh, filmmakers, please don't take my soft book and turn it into a horror, or take my horror and make it soft.

I could just barely see the dark curve of his shoulder, and something about the shape it made, the gesture it suggested, filled me with a sort of fierce, awful affection.

We sat like that for a long while, and when we stood up, all my sad things were in boxes, and Beck was my father.

There is no better taste than this: someone else’s laughter in your mouth.

Teenagers want to be able to fight for what's right - but finding out what's right is now 90 percent of the battle.