“She knew all sorts of four letter words now; they just weren't the ones that most people considered foul language.Love.Help.Rape.Stop.Then.”

“If she spoke, she would tell him the truth: she was not okay at all, but horribly empty, now that she knew what it was like to be filled.”

“She stared at Peter, and she realized that in that one moment, when she hadn't been thinking, she knew exactly what he'd felt as he moved through the school with his backpack and his guns. Every kid in this school played a role: jock, brain, beauty, freak. All Peter had done was what they all secretly dreamed of: be someone, even for just nineteen minutes, who nobody else was allowed to judge.”

“She had loved him. He knew this; he had never doubted it. But she had also asked him to kill her. If you love someone that much, you did not lay that sort of burden on him for the rest of his life.”

“People had figured out all sorts of ways to makethings seem different than they truly were.”

“Or. I hate that word. It’s two letters long and stuffed to the gills with reasonable doubt.”

“People changed. Even the people you thought you knew as well as you knew yourself.”