You think it can’t get worse than wanting someone and not having them, but it can. You can want someone, have them, and want them more. Still. Always. You can never get enough.

Have you made any other friends since we’ve been here?”I gave him the death stare. “Yes, actually.””Who? I want a name.””Jamie Roth.””The Ebola kid? I heard he’s a little unstable.””That was one incident.

I was warned about you, you know.”And with that half-smile that wrecked me, Noah said, “But you’re here anyway.

I didn’t know enough to hold myself back. Now I was too aware, hyperaware, and so the fear chained me.

And that for every negative event or coincidence that has happened since, imagining that you triggered them, that you made them happen makes you feel like you possess a degree of control that you don’t...

Noah started this chase and I stood before him, waiting to be caught. He could have me, but he refused to move.Only now did I realize why.He wanted to be caught. He was waiting for...

You are like fire; you will burn wherever you go. If contained, channeled, you can bring light, but you will also always cast a shadow.

You like them,” I realized.Noah’s eyebrows lifted in question.”Like as people.””As opposed to…furniture?””They’re my PARENTS.””That is my understanding, yes.

I laughed as I twisted to face him and raised my arm to hit in one move. He caught my wrist and my laugh caught in my throat. A mischievous grin curved my mouth as...

What would you do if I kissed you right now?”I stared at his beautiful face and his beautiful mouth and I wanted nothing more than to taste it. “I would kiss you back.

Other people are usually wrong.

I kind of want to see Mara Crucio their asses.

I’ll love you to ruins.

Something inside of me began to tear.

I have never read The Joy of Crap. Sounds disgusting. I have, however, read The Joy of Sex. Not in a while, but I think it’s one of those classics you can come back to...

Noah’s eyes held my face. I swallowed hard. The juxtaposition of him sitting in a room full of people while staring at no one but me was overwhelming. Something shifted inside of me at the...

If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If we were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.

I read the title from the cover. ‘ ‘The joy of… crap.’ ‘ I read the rest of the full title of the thick, nondescript volume to myself and felt myself redden.Noah turned over on...

Wait,” I said as Noah slipped a book from a shelf and headed toward the door. “Where are you going?””To read?”But I don’t want you to. “But I need to go home,” I said, my...

If you fight yourself, you will lose, and fighting leaves scares.

Your level of neuroses will only find love in a made-for-TV movie.

Does anyone know how to start a fire?”Blank stares. “So we can’t start a fire,” [Jamie] said. “We can’t fly. We can’t create a force field. We are the most bullshit superheroes.

Now you won’t fall.”Too late.

Don’t even think it.

Everyone is a little crazy. The only difference between us and them is that they hide it better.

I’d wasted so much time wishing I could be different, wishing I could change things, change myself…I thought it would be easier to be someone else than to be who I was becoming, but I...

It doesn’t matter what we are. It matters what we do.

Jamie said in that voice of his, “You never saw us.””I never saw you,” the driver repeated, sounding dazed. “You drove this astonishingly hot underwear model from south Texas. You wanted to lick his abs.”...

You can’t hurt me the way you think you can. But even if you could? I would rather die with the taste of you on my tongue than live and never touch you again. I’m...

The two of us snuggled like quotation marks in his room full of words.

You could start a fire with the heat between you two.””You’re mistaking bitter animosity for heartfelt affection.

You want me as much as I want you. And all I want is you.”My tongue warred with my mind. “Today,” I whispered.Noah stood slowly, his body skimming mine as he rose. “Today. Tonight. Tomorrow....

Thinking something does not make it true. Wanting something does not make it real.

The idea was a splinter in my mind. Always there, always stinging,even when I wasn’t conscious of it. Even when I wasn’t thinking about it.

I want YOU to be the one wanting me first. Pushing me first. Kissing me first. Don’t be careful with me,” he said. “Because I won’t be careful with you.

I want to shake them for their ignorance and scream that their Sistine Chapel is filled with cracks.

Is there any point asking what you’re going to make me do on Sunday?”Not really.’Okay. ‘Is there any point asking what you’re going to do to me?’He grinned wickedly. ‘Not really.’Fabulous. ‘Does it involve the...

-the two of us snuggled like quotation marks in his room full of words.

There is no truth,” Stephanie said mysterously. “Only perspectives.

…while Daniel disappeared into his room, probably to limn the contours of some exquisite constellation of philosophical nonsense for his internship applications and gasp in the throes of his overachieving OCDness.

Everyone’s a little crazy. Some people just hide it better than others.

Thanks. Seriously, you must have better things to do with your life than waste it on the hopeless?”I’ve already learned Parseltongue. What else is there?”Elvish.

You smell good,” he whispered into my neck. He was warm against me. Instinctively, I arched back into him and smiled. “Really?” “Mmm-hmm. Delicious. Like bacon.

My name is not Mara Dyer, but my lawyer told me I had to choose something. A pseudonym. A nom de plume, for all of us studying for the SATs. I know that having a...

You’re supposed to say, ‘All I want is your happiness. I’ll do whatever it takes, even if it means being without you.'””Sorry,” Noah said. “I’m just not that big of a person.

You are what happiness means to me. And I would rather have today with you than forever with anyone else.

We are far too screwed-up for a goddamned lovetriangle.”That’s my Jamie.

I hate you,” I muttered.Noah smiled wider. “I know.

You can’t hurt me the way you think you can. But even if you could? I would rather die with the taste of you on my tongue than live and never touch you again. I’m...

I slipped in and out of consciousness as time stretched and flowed around me. Dreams and reality blurred, but I liked the dreams better. Noah was in them.I dreamed of us, walking hand in hand...