What matters right now is this: we’re each of us standing here, together, alive, together.
This journey... it’s long”. He says this as if he’s felt all 250 years of travel.
You could drop me anywhere in the universe, blindfolded, and I’d know this was his room just from the smell.
I want her so much that it overrides everything else, every other thought in my head, every instinct, every restraint.
I have never desired anything more than him in this moment.
This is what I’m king of: a whirling mass of humans who either hate me or ignore me.
She holds the brightly colored wires in her hand. “Well, that did the trick,” she says, smiling.
A splatter of rain on my skin, but its bright and sunny under the blue sky and Jason’s there, and we almost kiss but everything changes and were at that party where we met.
I can think of no better way to meet a girl than to see her through the eyes of the story she loves best.
We’re the ones who arent normal. People are supposed to be like that: obedient, calm, working together. It’s us-who can’t focus, who can’t work together, who can’t do the Feeder or Shipper jobs-we’re the ones who aren’t normal. We’re the ones who have to take the mental meds just so we don’t go loons.
You never know all of a person; you only know them in a specific moment of time.
The sea is a dangerous place because it makes you believe in forever.
A good book will give you answers to questions you didn’t know you had. A great book will give you questions to answers you thought you knew.
There’s a meaning behind blank pages, too.
I never knew how easy it is to escape if you don’t mind leaving nearly everything behind.
If I can only see him in madness, is it worth trying to hold onto sanity?
I cannot imagine a more perfect hell than being trapped inside my own mind.
We are, at least in part, who we remember ourselves to be. Take away our memories, and you take away our selves.
Science can make a heart beat,” Jack says softly, each word falling on me like a caress. “But it can’t make it race.
How ironic it would be, to die at his hands while trying to save him, when he first came to me because he was trying to save me.