“that's what it was like waking up in the crypts. no-longer-dead. but without her.like burning alive.”

“Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. That's what it is: an edge; a razor. It draws up through the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after. The rest of the world falls away on either side.”

“Here's another thing to remember: hope keeps you alive. Even when you're dead, it's the only thing that keeps you alive.”

“Alex is dead, do you hear me? All of that-what we felt, what it meant- that's done now, okay? Buried. Blown away.”

“I'm not scared, if that's what you're wondering. The moment of death is full of sound and warmth and light shooting away, arcing up and up and up, and if singing were a feeling it would be this, this light, this lifting, like laughing...The rest you have to find out for yourself.”

“That's the thing: We didn't really care. A world without love is also a world without stakes.”

“He's stuck with me and I'm stuck with him. We're stuck. That's what growing up is all about, I guess.”