His safety was more important than anything to me. Even if he would never know enough to understand that.

Forever used to feel like a curse. Now it feels like a promise.

Leave the door open," my dad said, the second most common warning in his arsenal. Right behind, "Nash, go home.

In the end, it only comes down to one thing: choosing the one you can’t live without.

If you live in the dark long enough, you start to forget what light looks like.

Sophie glanced from me to Sabine, then back, scowling. "I'm not scared of her. I can handle myself." "Yeah, and hissing kittens think they're badass too," Sabine said.

Pain is what I feed from when nothing else will nourish the noxious fury in my heart. It’s what I cling to when everything else—everyone else—slips right between my grasping fingers.