If he'd been any other boy, and this was any other world, I would have kissed him. Nothing could have stopped me.

Sometimes, we just have to be happy with what people can offer us. Even if it's not what we want, at least it's something.

It's the same thing,' I told her. 'What is?' 'Being afraid and being alive.' 'No,' she said slowly, and now it was as if she was speaking a language she knew at first I wouldn't understand, the very words, not to mention the concept, being foreign to me. 'Macy, no. It's not.

I spent a lot of time looking at that picture. Wondering what I’d think of that girl, if I was someone else, seeing how easily she sits in her boyfriend’s lap, laughing, with his arms around her. I would have thought her life was perfect, the way I once thought Cass’s was. It was too easy, I was learning, to just assume things.

I waited. Because with Eli, he was never trying to get you to finish for him. He always knew where he was going, even if it took a little while to get there.

Each time, I think I'm never going to write another book. It never gets easier.

Your past is always your past. Even if you forget it, it remembers you.