Grace reached over and began stroking her fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes and let her drive me crazy.

I wasn't sure if I admired him for feeling everything so hard and fiercely, or if I was contemptuous of him for having so much emotion that he had to spill it out every window of the house.

My good mood felt like an endangered species.

Panic leads to carelessness, and carelessness creates accidents.

We all, one day, realize that we’re not going to be kids forever and we’re going to grow up.

And then I did laugh, even though the future was a dangerous place, because I loved her, and she loved me, and the world was beautiful.

It seemed like the best weapons in my life had always been the most innocuous: empty plastic bins, a blank CD, an unmarked syringe, my smile in a dark room.