I wonder how you're supposed to know the exact moment when there's no more hope.

Ethan couldn’t possibly understand it, what Cameron and I meant to each other and how different it was from anything like a romance or a crush.

I'm not really a plot writer - I'm more interested in the characters and sort of small events that propel the story forward.

It's just so out of control. Life, I mean. The way it flies off in all these different directions without your permission.

I wonder how you're supposed to know the exact moment when there's no more hope.

. . .There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark. . . Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless.

Everyone has an identity crisis when they are 16 or 17 years old.