Every life needs a little space. It leaves room for good things to enter it.

Because he knew the best way to get what he wanted was to break down what made us strongest. And our friendships were what made us strong.

Her friendship . . . still existed, as if it was a living, breathing thing, something that came to life the moment it happened and didn't just go away because they no longer acknowledged it.

If a man has so much heat he burns your skin when he touches you, he's the devil. Run away

Watching them, she realized they made so much sense together. Every look, every touch, was a reassurance, almost electric, as if they were shocking each other with every contact.

It took me a long time to realize this: We get to choose what defines us.

She knew what it felt like to stand in front of someone and ask them to love you, to try to pull them to you by the sheer force of your desire, a force so strong it felt as though you were going to die from it.