It was maddening how your best friend could twist the knobs inside of you so much that it hurt.

She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.

That morning, she had found an envelope stuffed into her locker. It was from the Mercer Hotel, and held a plastic door key for their suite. "See you there tonight," Oliver had written. "Chomp! Chomp!

I know you. I know this isn't you. And even if it is, I still love you. As much as I always have. You will always be mine. I will always love you, I promised you that when you left, and it's true now.

I don't trust an organization that would make policy out of fear.

I lived for those moments when we were together, those few times in my life that I actually felt alive.

He was like a shooting star you tried to catch with your hands. She would only get burned.