Courtney Summers

The fall takes no time and forever.

— Courtney Summers

“You make me feel alone.”

— Courtney Summers

“No, you're a work of art.”

— Courtney Summers

“If life was fair, you wouldn't be here.”

— Courtney Summers

“I will see my father in every anger.”

— Courtney Summers

“Like I'd let you captain me.”

— Courtney Summers

“I think some girls are just fucked up.”

— Courtney Summers

“Don't divide me into before and after.”

— Courtney Summers

“It's a fucking cult, Paul." "So is the Catholic Church.”

— Courtney Summers

I'm afraid everything I was is gone and all that's left is everything I'm not.

— Courtney Summers

“A whole world exists outside of that hellhole.”

— Courtney Summers

“She was young and alive, untouchable. Why did she want to go?”

— Courtney Summers

“Then I should be dead really soon, because you're stressing me out.”

— Courtney Summers

“Whatever's between us is that kind of new.”

— Courtney Summers

I'm always leaving, but I never have anywhere to go.

— Courtney Summers

“Maybe the only way our story can end is varying degrees of sad.”

— Courtney Summers

“I'm dying. I am dying. I have finally achieved what I set out to do. My heart is splitting open and I…

— Courtney Summers

“You know," she says. "You're still alive. I don't know how many different ways I can try to tell you before it…

— Courtney Summers

“I close my eyes and lean my head against the seat, and the word fuck just repeats itself over and over in…

— Courtney Summers

“I didn't want to be popular because it was easier; I wanted to be popular because in high school that's the best…

— Courtney Summers

You only get to walk variations of the same lines everyone has already drawn for you.

— Courtney Summers

“People have to live with things they don't want to live with all the time, but—how?”

— Courtney Summers

“I woke up and the last piece of my heart disappeared. I opened my eyes and I felt it go.”

— Courtney Summers

Waiting around to be saved is like waiting to die and I have done more of both than anyone else in the…

— Courtney Summers

“The repeat is always the killer. Everything inside you goes into saying the word once, but sorry is the kind of word…

— Courtney Summers

“Anyway," Jake says. I turn back to him. “I just wanted to start over a good note, that’s all.” I have to…

— Courtney Summers

“This is awful. This is so hopeless. We're all lost in different ways, so how do we even help each other find…

— Courtney Summers

“I hear the unmistakable sound of glass breaking and I start apologizing to no one, trying to pick it up again, but…

— Courtney Summers

“Mom and Dad exchange a nervous glance and have a telepathic conversation about it. I hear every word. Do we let her…

— Courtney Summers

“You know how you feel when you meet someone and they just give you the impression they're living on this entirely different…

— Courtney Summers

“When I found my dad, I knew things were going to change forever, but sitting next to her, getting ready to see…

— Courtney Summers

“Hey, let’s give her some space. Get back to the game, guys,” Chris says. Thank God for him, just this once. “And…

— Courtney Summers

“I hold his gaze until the chaos outside breaks my concentration. Outside, where everything is falling, landing and breaking at once. Sometimes…

— Courtney Summers

“There is nothing like discovering your own secrets in someone else’s story. Those thoughts and feelings you believed were too ugly or…

— Courtney Summers

“I move closer to the glass, as close as I can get to it, begging her, begging Lily, begging Grace, begging all…

— Courtney Summers

“When he sees me, he stops. His eyes widen, his face pales. And then before i can say anything, he's holding me.…

— Courtney Summers

“...We’re working with paint today and I pick the easel next to Jake’s. It thrills him. “What do you want?” “I want…

— Courtney Summers

“I think there’s nothing left for me. I don’t think that for everyone else.” “So what do they have that you don’t…

— Courtney Summers

“I remember how covered in blood Rhys was. All over his shirt, his jeans, caked on his neck, his hands. I didn't…

— Courtney Summers

“Uh, what are you doing?' 'What does it look like I'm doing?' Jake asks, settling into the seat beside me. The bus…

— Courtney Summers