There was something awful about terror trapped behind silence.

She recognized the strange happiness that came from loving something without knowing why you did, that strange happiness that was sometimes so big that it felt like sadness. It was the way she felt when she looked at the stars.

What were you thinking about? When I came in?" "Being Sam," I said. "What a nice thing to be," Grace said. And then she smiled, bigger and bigger, until I felt my expression mirror hers, our noses touching.

His heart hurt with the wanting of it, the hurt no less painful for being difficult to explain.

Without turning on the light, I went to my bed and lay down, my arm thrown across the mattress, my hand aching because Grace wasn't underneath it

My parents had always been so careful with me, until the day they decided I needed to die.

Ronan Lynch lived with every sort of secret.