I’m not sure this is a world I belong in anymore. I’m not sure that I want to wake up.

But that’s the thing with death. The whisper of it descent travels fast and wide, and people must’ve know I’d become a corpse because nobody even came to view the body.

Adam’s lips are set in a grime line. I can’t tell if he’s about to cry or about to punch the guard. For his sake, I hope it’s the former. For you own, I hope...

A journey of 1,000 miles starts with just 10 digits.

Ali sada shvaćam da je umrijeti lako. Teško je živjeti.

I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It’s okay if you have to leave us. It’s okay if you want to stop fighting.

Concert’ doesn’t mean standing up like a target in front of thousands of strangers. It means coming together. It means harmony.

It’s just one day, one twenty-four-hour period to get yourself through. – Adam

I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.

In the calculus of feelings, you never really know how one person’s absence will affect you more than another’s.

C’mon, Mee,’ Henry said. ‘You’re among family.’ ‘Totally,’ Kim said.

You made me stay!”And there it is. A hollow blown through my heart, confirming what some part of me has always known.She knows.

Why wasn’t I nicer to Alice? When she has been nothing but sweet to me? When I actually like her? I know I should say something to her, but before I can find the words,...

Please Mia,” he implores. “Don’t make me write a song.

Samo mislim da su sprovodi vrlo slični smrti. Možeš imati želje i planove, ali na kraju ipak nemaš kontrolu ni nad čim.

We were all forged in the crucible.

A journey of a thousand miles starts with just ten digits.

He looks at me and then, reverting to the voice he’d used with Kendra, says, ‘If homegirls wanna see me as ghetto trash’–he stops and switches to his lispy, sassy voice–‘or big-ass queer’–now he switches...

Sometimes fate or life or whatever you want to call it, leaves a door a little open and you walk through it. But sometimes it locks the door and you have to find the key,...

She said it was because one day I was going to have to go through a metamorphosis like a caterpillar transforming into a butterfly and that scared me, so butterflies scared me.

Accidents. It’s all about the accidents.

In a funny way, Dad was always a bow-tie wearer, always a little more traditional than you might imagine. Because even though he had blue hair and tattoos and wore leather jackets and worked in...

My stomach lurched, an appetizer before the full portion of heartache I had a feeling was going to be served at some point soon.

Sometimes I did feel like I came from a different tribe. I was not like my outgoing, ironic dad or my tough-chick mom. And as if to seal the deal, instead of learning to play...

Oh honey, have you learned nothing from these plays? Ain’t such a line between faking and being.

I don’t really care. I shouldn’t have to care. I shouldn’t have to work this hard. I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.

There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You’ve ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can’t say any of that.

She didn’t care that people called her a bitch. ‘It’s just another word for feminist,’ she told me with pride.

Losing me will hurt; it will be the kind of pain that won’t feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.

I think of me and Melanie when we were younger, on the high dive at the pool in Mexico. We would always hold hands as we jumped, but by the time we swam back up...

even though I think that Mia and I have enough secrets between the two of us at this point

Whoever said that the past isn’t dead had it backward. It’s the future that’s already dead, already played out.

He laughs a little, but there’s something in his voice that sounds almost reverent.’You never know what will last.’He said that earlier, about accidents, about never knowing which one is just a kink in the...

I look at Ben now. And again I wonder how it is that we can feel so many of the same things and be so utterly different.

Cinders, I would’ve thought you of all people would know better. There are no wicked stepmothers and there are no fairy godmothers, and there are no Prince Charmings. There in no preordained destiny. You get...

Meg invited me to come again, but I always had reasons why I couldn’t: my schedule was busy, bus fare wasn’t cheap. Both of which were true, even if they weren’t the truth.

Then the musical instruments appeared. Dad’s snare drum from the house, Henry’s guitar from his car, Adam’s spare guitar from my room. Everyone was jamming together, singing songs: Dad’s songs, Adam’s songs, old Clash songs,...

But sometimes the memories feel so real, so visceral, so personal, that I confuse them with my own.

Alice goes into the kitchen and returns with a cup of coffee for me, which she announces is free-range and fair-trade and shade-farmed in Malawi, and I nod along as if my coffee needs go...

But the you who you are tonight is the same you I was in love with yesterday, the same you I’ll be in love with tomorrow.

Neither sleet nor rain nor a half inch of snow will compel me to dress like a lumberjack.

You thought too hard. Same with travel. You can’t work too much at it, or it feels like work. You have to surrender yourself to the chaos. To the accidents.

You can’t undo loss. You can’t unmake a mistake. (What The Hell Have You Done, Sophie Roth?)

I’ll be your mess, you be mineThat was the deal that we had signed

And now I am here, as alone as I’ve ever been. I am seventeen years old. This is not how it’s suppose to be. This is not how my life is suppose to turn out.

We can change in one day. We can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in one day.

I’ll keep you here.’ He taps his temple. ‘Where you can’t get lost.

We’ll make it a blowout like in the olden days.””When dinosaurs roamed the earth?” Teddy asked.”Exactly,” Dad said. “When dinosaurs roamed the earth and your mom and I were young.

I remember watching it all and getting the tickling in my chest and thinking to myself: This is what happiness feels like.

One in a million cases; such comforting odds, except when you were the one