His was the disease we couldn’t cure. His was the good-bye that meant the most

It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again.

I couldn't imagine anyone ever reading a book enough to make it look like that. It looked like it had been driven over by a school bus after someone had taken a bath with it.

sloughing my skin / escaping it's grip / stripped of my wit / it hurts to be me .

It was possible that I'd thrown one too many Molotov cocktails over God's fence.

Because you know that's not how you want it to end. You know I'd love to have you with me, and it will be that way, one day. But this isn't the way it ought to happen.

There are moments that you'll remember for the rest of your life and there are moments that you think you'll remember for the rest of your life, and it's not often they turn out to be the same moment.