This body is yours. It is your home. The keeper of your soul. The resting place of your spirit. No one can ever take that away.

Who remembers everything about somebody?

That's the tricky thing about being bonded to someone for life. Blake and his dad are bonded like I'm bonded with Erin. We're irrevocably tied together by history, a history that can never be erased. Even if you want to deny it, even it you want to pretend it never existed, it will always be a part of you. It will always, in some way, define who you are.

The rain fluctuates between drizzle and torrential. It messes with your mind. It makes you think things will always be like this, never getting better, always letting you down right when you though the worst was over.

It feels incredible to be outside when I’m supposed to be inside. The sensation of freedom is intoxicating. - Sara

Derek’s like, “So . . . what do you want to do first?” “I don’t know.” “Feel like ice cream?” “It’s, like, three degrees out.” “That’s why getting ice cream would be badass.

You can’t ever know the real anybody unless you’re friends with them. And sometimes not even then.