"I told you,"he whispers back. I can feel his breath just tickling the space behind my ear, making my hair prick up on my neck. "I like you.""You don't know me,"I say quickly."I want to, though."
"I'd rather die my way than live yours."
"He is my world and my world is him and without him there is no world."
"I love you. Remember. They cannot take it"
"Are you sure that being like everybody else will make you happy?""I don't know any other way.""Let me show you."And then we're kissing. Or at least, I think we're kissing—I've only seen it done a couple of times, quick closed-mouth pecks at weddings or on formal occasions. But this isn't like anything I've ever seen, or imagined, or even dreamed: this is like music or dancing but better than both."
"I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up."