“She would rather remain silent, but her voice is no longer something to fear. Its strong. Powerful. A weapon of emotions.”

“It hurts, Summer cries, head shaking back and forth. Please, make it stop. Sweat beads on her forehead.What hurts? Cameron asks.My eyes.Summers eyes open. Everyone gasps. Theyre no longer blue; the...”

“She draws back, yet refuses to lose skin contact. Golden light flickers across his face. He is the night, the stars. His soul shines so brightly, she could pour it into a jar, and itd be as bright ...”

“Why wont you look at me? she murmurs.He doesnt speak, seemingly at a loss for words.Its my scars. It comes out as barely a whisper.Horror spasms across his face. What? No, he says, a bit breathless...”

“Why arent you smiling? Cameron asks. She picks up the Astropad and stops the video.Because this is the beginning, not the end.”

“She waits for his reprimand or words of disapproval.He kisses her instead. Hard. Lips demanding, fingers tightening on her chin. He consumes her with this single act.”

“There are two types of seeds in the mind: those that create anger, fear, frustration, jealousy, hatred and those that create love, compassion, equanimity and joy. Spirituality is germination and sp...”

“My music teacher offered twittering madrigals and something about how, in Italy, in Italy, the oranges hang on the tree. He treated me - the humiliation of it - as a soprano.These, by contrast, are...”

“If you spend your time hoping someone will suffer the consequences for what they did to your heart, then you're allowing them to hurt you a second time in your mind.”

“You matter.”

“It's taken me all this time, all this loss, to realize what really matters is now.”

“They filled our world with weapons aimed at foreheads and smiled as they shot 16 candles right through our future. They killed those strong enough to fight back and locked up the freaks who failed ...”

“Jealousy is a disease, love is a healthy condition. The immature mind often mistakes one for the other, or assumes that the greater the love, the greater the jealousy - in fact, they are almost inc...”

“And yes, Ill admit, I am jealous. Im jealous of every minute you spend with him, of every concerned expression you send his way, of every tear shed, of every glance, every touch, and every thought....”

“Jealousy is that pain which a man feels from the apprehension that he is not equally beloved by the person whom he entirely loves.”