I’d finally reached the end of myself, all my self-reliance and denial and pride unraveling into nothingness, leaving only a blank Alison-shaped space behind. It was finished. I was done.But just as I felt myself...

I realized then that even though I was a tiny speck in an infinite cosmos, a blip on the timeline of eternity, I was not without purpose.

Once upon a time there was a girl who was special. This is not her story. Unless you count the part where I killed her.

I found her lying naked on the lawn at midnight, can I keep her?

I heard the universe as an oratorio sung by a master choir of stars, accompanied by the orchestra of the planets and the percussion of satellites and moons. The aria they performed was a song...

But there were worse things than disappointment, and I’d lived through several of them already.

I hate it when people talk like friendship is less than other kinds of – as though it’s some kind of runner-up prize for people who can’t have sex.

I might not be ready to pour out my feelings to the world, but I’d had enough of trying to ignore them.

I disliked numbers, and they didn’t think much of me either.

What would happen if you stopped fighting, and gave yourself permission to feel? Not just the good things, but everything?

I don’t know how to be anything but pretend,” I replied, and it ached in me how true that really was. “But if I could be real, I’d be real for you.

This is fantastically squalid,” said Milo. “We may never get out of here alive.