“I am jealous of the little kidspinning around near the fountain.What would these people thinkif I were to start spinningwith my arms spread wide?A lunatic on drugs, probably.My greatest accomplishment here is not caring,letting go of other people's opinions.I am not wound as tight.I can let go,just no spinning yet.”

“I am jealous of anyone who can make other people care so much.”

“how can he love me then not? He went,he ran. And I cannot bring him back. Yet I left the door metaphorically wide open, hoping he'd come back and bang on it proclaiming, "I want to be here with you. Always." Soon I'm going to have to shutit. For my safety and my sanity. Let go. I don't want to. Won't letting go be just that - letting go? Giving up? Admitting failure? Admitting that it is really, truly over?”

“Jace reached up to unzip his jacket.Simon-I dont care how hungry I am, I am not going to drink your blood again.Jace-Like I would let you.”

“I am a grenade," I said again. "I just want to stay away from people and read books and think and be with you guys because there's nothing I can do about hurting you: You're too invested, so just please let me do that, okay?"I'm going to go to my room and read for awhile, okay? I'm fine. I really am fine: I just want to go read for a while.”

“I just want to make it clear first of all that I do not have the AIDS disease. I plan on being here for a long time. Life is going to go on for me and I'm going to be a happy man. But sometimes you're a little naive and think 'it's not going to happen to me. It only happens to other people.' But here I am saying that it can happen to anybody. Even me, Magic Johnson.”