“My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath. I will never stop grieving B...”

“People die, I think, but your relationship with them doesn't. It continues and is ever-changing.”

“When people fall in love, they burst into flames.”

“Maybe some people are just meant to be in the same story.”

“And even as I'm kissing him and kissing him and kissing him, I wish I were kissing him, wanting more, more, more, more, like I can't get enough, never will be able to get enough.”

“They do make love stories for girls with black hearts after all. They go like this.”

“What if I'm in charge of my own damn light switch?”