Jenna, standing in the doorway with her mouth and hand full of shelled pistachios, says, ‘”Real’ is a dirty word in this place’.

I watch the ashes swim around like dandelion puffs, making swirls where bodies and walls once stood.

I ‘d never seen him cry; I didn’t think he could . It would have to take something greater than the end of the world to reduce Vaughn Ashby to tears .

There is a dark place calling to me, but I will not go just yet. I know I can’t return from it.

It doesn’t matter how much his mother loves him; love is not enough to keep any of us alive.

The madness of youth made me unafraid.

There’s a world out there that nobody has bothered to promise her.

Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.

This is the real Madame. I can see why she hides herself in accents and gems and exotic perfumes. I can see why she’s grown to hate anything to do with love. She isn’t evil...

Vaughn is talking about the heat, and his voice is so excited that it breaks into whispers at times. He loves his madness the way a bird loves the sky.

Don’t you miss it?” I say. “Being free.”He laughs.

We’ll squeeze every second that we can from our lives, because we’re young, and we have plenty of years to grow. We’ll grow until we’re braver. We’ll grow until our bones ache and our skin...

It’s quiet for a while, and then Rowan says; “We could talk now. We’re alone out here. No walls.””There are always walls.” I say.

Even things that aren’t broken can be fixed.

Lovers are weapons, but love is a wound.

When we’re alive, life consumes us. But when we die, all of the color and the motion is gone so quickly, it’s as though it can no longer stand to be wasted on us.