If you were dead," Owen told her, "you'd have bigger problems than what you were wearing.

Some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic.

It was so weird, because usually I was totally nervous talking to guys. But Eli was different. He made me want to say more, not less. Which was maybe not a good thing.

Together, we looked down at the tiny house, the sole thing on this vast, flat surface. Like the only person living on the moon. It could be either lonely or peaceful, depending on how you looked at it. "It's a start," I said.

It's nice to have options even if you can't take them.

Maybe you could go backwards and forwards at the same time, but it wasn't easy. You had to want to.

But if everything was always smooth and perfect, you'd get too used to that, you know? You have to have a little bit of disorganization now and then. Otherwise, you'll never really enjoy it when things go right.