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Finishing books - and leaving the world you've created - is always a kind of emotionally wrenching experience. I usually cry.
This was what true fear was--that you could never know other people, not completely. That you were always just guessing blind.
Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame.
But this isn’t like anything I’ve ever seen, or imagined, or even dreamed: This is like music or dancing but better than both.
We're killers, all of us: We kill our lives, our past selves, the things that mattered. We bury them under slogans and excuses.
And how she looked at me like I could save her from everything bad in he world. This was my secret: she was the one who saved me
I think I'm able to do so much because writing is what I love to do. So, often when I have free time, I choose to write and edit.
So are you going to be my knight in shining armor or what?' Kent does a little bow. 'You know I can't resist a damsel in distress.
This is pretty much the answer to every problem you encounter in suburbia: plant a tree, and hope you don't see anyone's privates.
Love is the only thing in the world worth having. You must never loose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.
Someday she will be saved, and the past and all its pain will be rendered as smoothly palatable as the food we spoon to our babies.
This is not the person I wanted to become: Hatred has carved a permanent place inside me, a hollow where things are so easily lost.
Snapshots, moments, mere seconds: as fragile and beautiful and hopeless as a single butterfly, flapping on against a gathering wind.
The sun has just risen, weak and watery-looking, like it had just spilled itself over the horizon and is too lazy to clean itself up.
We're on the other side of the fence now, Lena,' she says, tiredly, as she passes. "Don't you get it? You can't tell me what to feel.
The kidnapping, the kiss. I brought him here, after all. I rescue him an pulled him into this new life, a life of freedom and feeling.
"And I love you too." His fingers skate the edge of my jaw, dance briefly over my lips. "You should know that. You have to know that."
Please understand. Please forgive me. I prayed every day for you to be alive, until hope became painful. Don't hate me. I still love you.
A room full of words that are nearly the truth but not quite, each note fluttering off the steam of its rose like a broken butterfly wing.
Less than a month ago all of August still stretched before us - long and golden and reassuring, like an endless period of delicious sleep.
When you love someone, when you care for someone, you have to do it through the good and the bad. Not just when you're happy and it's easy.
I want to be healed and whole and perfect again, like a misshapen slab of iron that comes out of the fire glowing, glittering, razor-sharp.
And there it is: Even though we’re standing in the same patch of sun-drenched pavement, we might as well be a hundred thousand miles apart.
And in that moment, the wordless thing passed between us, the thing that wasn't quite love but was so close I could believe in it sometimes.
It's a miracle I was able to get out of the house today. It's a miracle I'm even wearing pants, a double miracle I remembered to wear shoes.
Things That Don't Matter When You've Lived the Same Day Six Times and Died on at Least Two of Them: Lunch meats and their relative coolness.
Running is a mental sport, more than anything else. You're only as good as your training, and your training is only as good as your thinking.
Everything in me feels fluttering and free, like I could take off from the ground at any second. Music, I think, he makes me feel like music.
You don't reach points in life at which everything is sorted out for us. I believe in endings that should suggest our stories always continue.
I don't know how i stay on my feet, why i don;t just shatter into dust right there, why my heart keeps beating when i want it so badly to stop
My boyfriend's an idiot," I say as soon as he lurches away."A cute idiot," Ally corrects me."That's like saying 'a cute mutant.' Doesn't exist.
I said, I prefer the ocean when it's gray. Or not really gray. A pale, in-between color. It reminds me of waiting for something good to happen.
If you take, we will take back. Steal from us, and we will rob you blind. When you squeeze, we will hit. This is the way the world is made now.
It was as though the darkness was a sheet of raw cookie dough and someone had just taken a cookie cutter and made a child-sized shape out of it.
I don't understand how everything changes, how the layers of your life get buried. Impossible. At some point, at some time, we must all explode.
We’ll go.” Her voice is surprisingly deep and forceful. Set in her sunken, shipwreck face, her eyes burn like two smoldering coals. “We’ll fight.
I know that the whole point—the only point—is to find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go.
Chance. Stupid, dumb, blind chance. Just a part of the strange mechanism of the world, with its fits and coughs and starts and random collisions.
They told us love was a disease. They told us it would kill us in the end. For the very first time I realize, that this, too, might also be a lie.
My first kiss. A new kind of kiss, like the new kind of music still playing, softly, in the distance - wild and arrhythmic, desperate. Passionate.
It strikes me how strange people are. You can see them every day - you can think you know them - and then you fшnd out you hardly know them at all.
Popularity's a weird thing. You can't really define it, and it's not cool to talk about, but you know it when you see it. Like a lazy eye, or porn.
With 'Delirium,' I had to spend time thinking about the political, social and religious structure of a different world. But it was a fun challenge.
We'll walk together holding hands, and kiss in broad daylight, and love each other as much as we want to, and no one will ever try to keep up apart.
It's amazing how words can do that, just shred your insides apart. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words can never hurt me - such bullshit.
people themselves are full of tunnels: winding, dark spaces and caverns; impossible to know all the places inside of them. Impossible even to imagine.
Now, after so many years, I understand what the Coldness was and where it came from—this sense that everything is lost, and worthless, and meaningless.
Amor deliria nervosa: It affects your mind so that you cannot think clearly, or make rational decisions about your own well-being. Symptom number twelve.
Through wind, and tempest, storm, and rain; The calm shall be buried inside of me; A warm stone, heavy and dry; The root, the source, a weapon against pain
I cry for everything I abandoned and because I, too, have been left behind -- by Alex, by my mom, by time that has cut through our worlds and separated us.