“There is so much fragility in kissing, in other people: It is all glass.”

“Hearts are fragile things. That's why you have to be so careful.”

“We'll walk together holding hands, and kiss in broad daylight, and love each other as much as we want to, and no one will ever try to keep up apart.”

“The secret is,” I say, whispering right into his ear, “that yours was the best kiss I’ve ever had in my life.”“But I’ve never kissed you,” he whispers back. Around us the rain sounds like falling glass. “Not since third grade, anyway.” I smile, but I’m not sure if he can see it.“Better get started, then,” I say, “because I don’t have much time.”

“People need other people to feel things for them," she said. "It gets lonely to feel things all by yourself.”

“How is it possible, I think, to change so much and not be able to change anything at all?”

“I have had to give up so much, so many selves and lives already. I have grown up and out of the rubble of my old lives, of things and people I have cared for....”