But all I could think of was how when nothing made sense and hadn't for ages, you just have to grab onto anything you feel sure of.

Sometimes things don't turn out the way you want them to, Haven. Sometimes the people you choose to believe are wrong.

Told you. Everything sounds better in the car wash.

We didn't talk about our scars, the ones you could see and the ones you couldn't.

It’s never something huge that changes the everything, but instead the tiniest of details, irrevocably tweaking the balance of the universe while you’re busy focusing on the big picture.

It's a choice, Annabel. And if you make the wrong one, you have only yourself to blame when there are consequences.

You didn't have to take a punch for me, you know,' he said. 'I'm a lover, not a fighter.' 'You're a freak is what you are,' I said. He stuck out his hand. 'Come on, slugger. Walk with me. You know you want to.' And the thing was, despite everything I knew-that it was a mistake, that he was different from the others-I did. How he knew that, I had no idea. But I got up and did it anyway.