“The Wilds aren’t safe anymore,”

“my wild, uncured, erratic, incomprehensible heart.”

“Names don't mean a thing anymore. The past is dead.”

“I just wanted you to be safe," my mother says. "Do you understand that? Safe, and happy. Anything I could do... even if it meant I couldn't be with you...”

“That is the rule of the Wilds: You must be bigger and stronger and tougher. You must hurt or be hurt.”

“Is this freedom? Is it happiness? I don't know. I don't care anymore. It is different--it is being alive.”

“I start to back away before I do something wildly inappropriate, like jump on top of him.”