Sharing revelations is easier when it doesn't matter.

I wish you could be kissed, Jane,' he said. 'Because I would beg just one off you. Under all this.' He flailed an arm toward the stars.

And Ronan was everything that was left: molten eyes and a smile made for war.

I hated this. I hated knowing what I wanted and knowing what was right and knowing they weren't the same thing.

Blue was awfully fond of her father, considering she'd never met him.

Grace. I held on to that name. If I kept that in my head, I would be OK. Grace. I was shaking, shaking; my skin peeling away. Grace. My bones squeezed, pinched, pressed against my muscles. Grace. Her eyes held me even after I stopped feeling her fingers gripping my arms. Sam," she said. "Don't go.

Of course he was a part of what I hated about myself. Everything was a part of what I hated about myself. It wasn't really personal.