“It feels as though we’re going in slow motion. I think we’ll never get away. But eventually the Ferris wheel is far enough away that it could be a moving constellation.”

“I rip my handout of hers, and I want to back away. I want to get as far from her as I can, but for some reason I can't move from this spot."What else did you tell him?”

“The trick was looking past the illusion, because the exit was never as far away as it seemed.”

“The thing about hope is that it doesn't go away even when it serves no purpose.”

“There's a hazy smile on her lips that won't go away, and her hair is a mess. It's like a brushfire filled with casualties.”

“When we're alive, life consumes us. But when we die, all of the color and the motion is gone so quickly, it's as though it can no longer stand to be wasted on us.”

“There is warmth shooting through my broken body where there should be pain, and I put my arms around the back of his neck and I hold on to him. I hold on because you never know in this place when something good will be taken away.”