The way he’s watching me makes me feel needed like no one’s ever been able to make me feel. In a way, he makes me feel necessary. Like my existence alone is necessary for his survival.

I need one of those chapter breaks. I just want to catch my breath, but I have no idea how.

It's crap that you're letting on bad year determine your fate for the rest of your life.

Sometimes you have to choose between a bunch of wrong choices and no right ones. You just have to choose which wrong choices feels the least wrong.

When you aren't sure what it is you hate or why you even hate it, it's hard to hold onto the details...you just hold on to the feelings.

I'm pretty sure my addiction to reading has just reached a whole new level.

Should it matter what genre it is if the book is good?

You can't get mad at a real ending. Some of them are ugly. It's the fake happily ever afters that should piss you off.

Thank you for loving me like you love me. Thank you for showing me that we don't always have to be strong to be there for each other--that it's okay to be weak, so long as we're there.

There will be days that I don't think we'll know how to survive. But we will, because we have each other.

Sky, wait.” The way his voice wraps around my name makes me wish the only word in his entire vocabulary way Sky.

A true dreamer dreams when he is awake.

You stupid piece of warm bacon.

I thought three minutes and twelve seconds would undo me. Now I’m trapped. I cannot survive in this elevator. Not with him, Not for much longer Another second.

He was leaving my stepmother for a sailboat. Not that I blamed him. A sailboat would at least be useful.

More enduringly than any other sport, wrestling teaches self-control and pride. Some have wrestled without great skill - none have wrestled without pride.

I believe, in the words of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., that there is such a thing as being too late, and when it comes to climate change, that hour is almost upon us.

I can't get through the gate. The gate is narrow.

They say seeing is believing, but the opposite is true. Believing is seeing.

In a painting, what counts is the unexpected.

Come on, Kaylee, before I choke on testosterone and melodrama.