"What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous."
"So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane."
"That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them."
"It was an indulgence, learning last words. Other people had chocolate; I had dying declarations."
"And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart."
"You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present."