This is what it means to be in the middle of love, I thought. Being in the middle of love is like being in the middle of a war zone.

This is what it means to be in the middle of love, I thought. Being in the middle of love is like being in the middle of a war zone.

I'm not messy. I'm rebelling against folding.

Thoughts are king, Trixie, king!

I'd never seen that look on another face before, had never identified it in another person. I'd only met with it in fiction. But everyone falls in love with Holden Caulfield when they're sixteen. They read Catcher in the Rye and don't feel so alone.

Fate is just another word for people's choices coming to a head. Destiny, coincidence, whatever you name it. It inevitably lies in our hands.

You know what I was thinking about on my way home? How different my life would be if you’d made that gash a little deeper. Or how different yours would be if I’d vaulted myself off a roof nine years ago. Do you ever think about things like that? Like, if either you or I wouldn’t have made it, where would the other one be right now? It was something I thought about all the time: how death changes every remaining moment for those still living.