Seeing people who are actually reading your book and listening to the wide variety of reactions they have to it, is really special.

But there's so much that was a lie, it's hard to figure out what was true, what was real, what matters.

Because even a sliver of distance between us is infuriating.

It's strange how time can make a place shrink, make its strangeness ordinary.

How is it I know this little about the boy who says he loves me-

The person you became with her is worth being.

We can’t survive alone, but even if we could, we wouldn't want to.