... no one can ever save someone else, you know? We can only save ourselves. You know that, don't you?

It's hard to save the world when you can't save yourself

It's a lot easier to understand things once you name them. It's the unknown that mostly freaks me out. I don't know the name of that fear, but I know I've got it, the fear of the unknown.

The secret of happiness is freedom, the secret of freedom is courage.

So, I’m a bear, ” she explains, eyeing us all. “Wait? Is Issie something?”“Nope, ” Issie pouts. “All human. All the time.”“The coolest human ever, ” Devyn says, reaching down and ruffling her hair.

Hate is a useless emotion.

Why would I want to fit in?

Dimples crinkle up the skin near his lips. I will not look at his lips. How can he never have used those? That’s a crime against humanity right there.

Scars are not injuries, Tanner Sack. A scar is a healing. After injury, a scar is what makes you whole.

... the scarlet thread, the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of where we began...

She feels the anger quiet into a briny resentment. The bitterness floats like an inkblot in her mind’s eye.

How am I, a writer, supposed to feel about having lost you to a reader?

There is no light without shadow, and no psychic wholeness without imperfection.

There's a certain thought process about actors that they are in Hollywood and they sit around pools and get suntans and just get offered jobs.

All our words ought to be filled with true sweetness and grace; and this will be so if we mingle the useful with the sweet.

Just as the Romans were the only nation that was truly a nation, so our age is the first genuine age.

I am the ocean we lived on for two months. I am empty. I am nothing.