“There's no other word that comes close to describing how you make me feel. Nothing.”

“ I just think about how saying that you love someone can make your heart feel like some sort of brownie sundae, warm, gooey, sweet and good.”

“The only thing that scares me now is me.The [person] I might become. The [person] I dont ever want to be.Everybody has fears, right? But how many have my fear?Enough, it seems. Because there's a name for it.Autophobia.Fear of oneself.”

“What feels best is how I no longer hurt.”

“You will be a great queen when you come back, you know. And someday you'll love me the way you love your wolf.”

“Thank you for getting me," I try to say. My lips are so tired they don't want to move."Anytime,Zara.Really.I mean it." He seems to be smelling my hair."I know you hate me and everything but we should be friends," I tell him, closing my eyes."I don't hate you," he says. "That's not it at all.""What is it then? Are you a victim of parthenophobia?""Parthenophobia?""Fear of girls.""You are so strange." He moves back even closer to me, this wicked glint in his eyes like he's trying hard not to snort-laugh at me. His hand presses against the side of my head. Nobody has ever touched me like this before, all gentle and romantic, but strong at the same time. "I'm not afraid of girls.""Then why haven't you kissed any?"For a second his eyes flash. "Maybe the right one hasn't come around yet.”

“This guy named Ian that I met at school. He wants to go to the DMV with me."She hands me a plate to dry. "Well, there's true love."I snort.”