"And then I crawled into his unmade bed, wrapping myself in his comforter like a cocoon, surrounding myself with his smell. I took out my cannula so I could smell better, breathing him and out, the scent fading even as I lay there, my chest burning until I couldn't distinguish among the pains."
"I went on spouting bullshit Encouragements as Gus's parents, arm in arm, hugged each other and nodded at every word. Funerals, I had decided, are for the living."
"It's a metaphor, see: You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to do its killing."
"You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices."
"there is no shortage of fault to be found amid our stars"
"I'm a grenade and at some point I'm going to blow up and I would like to minimize the casualties, okay?"