“My father might be right. If I lost Noah, I might just lose my mind.” — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“I’m starved for her, all the time, even now—I want every part of her, to devour her, to inhale her, but I… — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“He didn't look like the same person who picked me up this morning. Noah--sarcastic, distant, untouchable Noah--cared. And that made him real.” — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“Ah,” Jamie says. “We have reached the Brooding YA Hero section of the book.” “The first of them,anyway” I say. “I could… — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“I twisted my arm to curl him behind me and he unfolded there, the two of us snuggled like quotation marks in… — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“There's nothing I want. There's nothing I can't do. I don't care about anything. No matter what, I am an imposter. An… — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“I was just going to say it reminds me of the symbols on a family crest.” Noah stopped mid-stride, and turned very… — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“It doesn't matter", he murmured against my skin. His fingers traced the cuts, healing the veins beneath them. "There's only one thing… — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“Two seconds later, the sound of an alarm filled my ears. ''What did you do?'' I said over the noise as he… — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“Ladies and gentlemen, Jamal Feldstein-Roth.” I blinked. “Wait, Jamal ?” “Suck it,” he said with a grin. “My parents are liberal Jews… — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“My fingers caught on something else as I withdrew them. It was his T-shirt, the white one with the holes in it.… — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“I’m rather sentimental about the ruins—as a child, I halfheartedly attempted suicide there now and again, always returning from post-tourist-hours expeditions with… — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
“What are my options?" "You could read obscure poetry while I play the triangle, I suppose. Or we can smother ourselves in… — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
