“I read the book again that night because I knew that if I didn't, I would probably start crying again.”

“I took delight in hurling books across the room if I knew I would not be reading the second chapter. Then I’d go and pick them up again, because they are books, after all, and we are not savages.”

“But I kept it to myself--maybe because I didn't think it mattered, but probably because, in a place where everyone knew my story, it was nice to know there was a chapter that only I had read.”

“I blinked them back, hard. I had a feeling that if I let myself start crying, there was a very real possibility I would never stop again.”

“It was the books I started reading. It was the music I started listening to. It was the television I started watching. I found myself thinking again. I tried to stop because it was only causing pain. I couldn't.Wen all this is in your head it has to come out into your life. If it doesn't, you get crushed. I'm not going to get crushed.”

“Again, I lay awake, and I cried because of waste.”