You bought me some forks. And knives. And spoons. Because you love me!

nothing is guaranteed.... So don't be afraid. Be alive.

I remembered Owen telling me how music had saved him in Phoenix, that it drowned everything out, and it was the same for me now. As long as I had something to listen to, I could blur the things I didn't want to think about, if not block them out completely.

Just me and the future, finally together. Now there was a happy ending I could believe in.

Again, it occurred to me how weird it was to be permanent in a place that to everyone else was only temporary. Like I could never be sure if they were the ones who weren't real, or if I was.

I tried to hold myself apart, showing only what I wanted, doling out bits and pieces of who I was. But that only works out for so long. Eventually, even the smallest fragments can't help but, make a whole.

I think readers are just looking for things that maybe they recognize or can relate to in the books.