We're in this together, right?" he whispers. "You and me? You want to be here, yeah?" There's guilt in his questions. "Yes," I reply. "I chose this." Day pulls me close enough for our noses to touch. "I love you.

It is pointless to believe what you see, if you only see what you believe.

June has never looked more beautiful than she does now, unadorned and honest, vulnerable yet invincible.

Tell me there is still good in the world. Tell me there is still hope for all of us.

Now you'll get to see how I can really run a building, darlin. Not even a cracked knee to hold me back, yeah? What a nice birthday present.

I started writing seriously when I was a teenager, around 14 years old.

Well...can't be any more dangerous than your crazy hospital break-in yeah?"-Tess (pg 59)