It's too easy to be myself with you.

I had never given much thought to how I would die, but dying in the place of someone I love doesn't seem like such a bad way to go.

Ready to be humiliated, Wanda?" Wes taunted. "You may have taken the planet, but you're losing this game.

Melanie still grieves for Jared," she stated. I felt my head nod without willing the action. "You grieve for him." I closed my eyes. "The dreams continue?" "Every night," I mumbled. "Tell me about then." Her voice was soft, persuasive. "I don't like to talk about them." "I know. Try. It might help." "How? How will it help to tell you that I see his face every time I close my eyes? That I wake up and cry when he's not there? That the memories are so strong I can't separate hers from mine anymore?

I knew I was too late—and I was glad something bloodthirsty waited in the wings. For in failing at this, I forfeited any desire to live.

He wished he hadn't pulled me from the path of Tyler's van - there was no other conclusion I could come to.

My life and his were twisted into a single strand. Cut one, and you cut both. If he were gone, I would not be able to live through that. If I were gone, he wouldn't live through it, either.