“Juliet!' I whip around but not quickly enough. She's swallowed by the crowd, the gap that allowed her to break for the door closing just as quickly as it opened, a shifting Tetris pattern of bodies...”

“...And as if she had opened a hidden door, I felt the patterned surface break and give way, and the words let me in. I still loved opening a book and feeling like I was physically entering the page, the ordinary world fizzing and blurring around the edges until it disappeared.”

“She never typed her real name into her netbook in case it got key-logged, had no physical hard drive, and would boot up from a tiny microSD card that she could quickly swallow if the police ever came to her door.”

“Well, you know, I might try out for the musical," I say real quick.[...] She nods and says, "You should. We need guys." [...] She smiles and says, "Break a leg" as I walk out.That was uncalled for. "Bitch," I say under my breath as the door closes.”

“She wondered if all the firsts in her life would go by so quickly, and be forgotten just as quickly.”

“She had only to open a door, nothing but a door between the words,just large enough for her and Farid to pass through....”