Anger is useful only to a certain point. After that, it becomes rage, and rage will make you careless.

Coincidences; mix-ups; harmless mistakes and switches. And so a story is born.

Nothing has ever been so painful or delicious as being so close to him and being unable to do anything about it: like eating ice cream so fast on a hot day you get a...

Juliet!’ I whip around but not quickly enough. She’s swallowed by the crowd, the gap that allowed her to break for the door closing just as quickly as it opened, a shifting Tetris pattern of...

I thought if I followed the rules, things would turn out all right. that’s the thing about the cure, isn’t it? It isn’t just about deliria at all. It’s about order. A path for everyone....

And for a moment―for a split second―everything else falls away, the whole pattern and order of my life, and a huge joy crests in my chest. I am no one, and I owe nothing to...

Her fierce and fearful friend –who loved country music and cherry Pop Tarts and singing in public and the color pink, who was terrified of germs and dogs and ladders.

no glove, no love

The alchemist was dazed and dumbfounded, as the true meaning of the magic was revealed: *The dead will rise from glade to glen and ancient will be young again*. The dead had, after all, risen....

Up and down, up and down, a ladder of choices leading to the next choice, and the next, until suddenly you’ve run out of choices, and ladder, and you find time as rare and thin...

I put my forehead on his collarbone, place one hand on his chest. Its rhythm reassures me: He is real, and he is now.

I like you.You don’t know me.I want to, though.

Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame.

And you can’t love, not fully, unless you are loved in return.

Maybe before you die, it’s your ghosts you see.

I was going to tell you that you look beautiful with your hair down. That’s all I was going to say.

I think of the quietness of Julian’s voice as he said I love you, the steadiness of his rib cage rising and falling against my back, as we sleep.I love you, Julian. But the words...

Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there’s a tomorrow. Maybe for you there’s one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it,...

Suicide. A sideways word, a word that people whisper and mutter and cough: a word that must be squeezed out behind cupped palms or murmured behind closed doors. It was only in dreams that I...

Love, the deadliest of all deadly things. It kills you.Alex.When you have it.Alex.And when you don’t.Alex.

And we did, and it wasn’t bad. We ate the whole stupid can, we were so hungry. And when it started to get dark you pointed to the sky, and toldme there was a star...

Why do you flirt with Mr. Daimler? He’s a perv, you know.”I’m so surprised by the question it takes me a second to answer. “Mr. Daimler is not a perv.””Trust me, he is.””Jealous?””Hardly.””I don’t flirt...

Most of us won’t see one another after graduation, and even if we do it will be different. We’ll be different. We’ll be adults–cured, tagged and labeled and paired and identified and placed neatly on...

Lord, help us root our feet to the earthAnd our eyes to the roadAnd always remember the fallen angelsWho, attempting to soar,Were seared instead by the sun and, wings melting,Came crashing back to the sea.Lord,...

Music, I think, he makes me feel like music.

Everyone you trust, everyone you think can count on, will eventually disappoint you. When left to their own devices, people lie and keep secrets and change and disappear…

But all you see is the crap. So you don’t have to believe in anything. So you’ll have an excuse to fail.

Who the hell calls at two in the morning?””Maybe it’s Matt Wilde, confessing his love,” Lindsay says.”Very funny,

If we could just float along, like snow.

What did Saturday’s used to taste like? Like eggs and fried ham and the bitter smell of hair in heavy rollers. Like long quiet hours and making up after a fight. Like ointment and bruising....

But maybe you carried your demons with you everywhere, the way you carried your shadow.