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

Sometimes. It was a good escape. Until, you know, it wasn‟t.

He wasn't what I'd thought he was; maybe he never had been. I wasn't what I'd thought I was, either.

I mean, it's not surprising, really. Once you love something, you always love it in some way. You have to. It's, like, part of you for good.

We can't expect everybody to be there for us, all at once. So it's a lucky thing that really, all you need is someone.

Sometimes a question can hurt more than an answer.

I was beginning to see, though, that the unknown wasn't always the greatest thing to fear. The people who know you best can be risker, because the words they say and things they think have the potential to be not only scary but true, as well.