“One of us fell easily asleep, a million days left except that particular one, forever almost over, an ending that happens again and again no matter how much I don't want it to. Maybe that's all loss is. What happens,… — Julie Buntin Copy Share Image
“What a nice thing to say," Mom said, standing up a little straighter, as if she'd been watered. Marlena's manners were unpracticed, but she… — Julie Buntin Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I wonder how I’d tell this if I didn’t have so many books rattling around inside me. The truth is both a vast… — Julie Buntin Copy Share Image
“It took her years to come around, to see what I saw- that Liam was a man who would only leave if your forced… — Julie Buntin Copy Share Image
“One of us fell easily asleep, a million days left except that particular one, forever almost over, an ending that happens again and again… — Julie Buntin Copy Share Image
“I think it’s pretty common for teenagers to fantasize about dying young. We knew that time would force us into sacrifices—we wanted to flame… — Julie Buntin Copy Share Image
“Why do they say ghosts are cold? Mine are warm, a breath dampening your cheek, a voice when you thought you were alone.” — Julie Buntin Copy Share Image
“Great loneliness, profound isolation, a cataclysmic, overpowering sense of being misunderstood. When does that kind of deep feeling just stop? Where does it go?… — Julie Buntin Copy Share Image
“Everyone has a secret life. But when you're a girl with a best friend, you think your secret life is something you can share.” — Julie Buntin Copy Share Image
“Marlena's body was found on November 19, and so I consider that the anniversary of her death, though she almost certainly died on the… — Julie Buntin Copy Share Image
“But having lied and stolen, doesn't mean you're a liar and a thief,...” — Julie Buntin Copy Share Image
“Who can recognize the ending as it’s happening? What we live, it seems to me, is pretty much always a surprise.” — Julie Buntin Copy Share Image
“Why do I keep doing this? Making her out to be more than what she was, grander, omniscient even, lovely and unreal. She could… — Julie Buntin Copy Share Image
