How could it be possible that there were that many nerve endings all in one place?
You don’t get to choose,” Lincoln said. “It’s just happening.
Smiling is confusing, she thought. This is why I don’t do it.
He had never looked at me before, never, and the idea made my skin burn.
There was a necklace inside. A thin silver chain with a small pendant, a silver pansy.
Her voice sounded much cooler than she felt. Inside, her internal organs were grinding themselves into nervous pulp. Her intestines were gone. Her kidneys were disintegrating. Her stomach was wringing itself out, yanking on her...
You look like you. Only with the volume turned up.
If you can’t save your own life, is it even worth saving?
The world turned itself into a better place around him.