It's a date.""It's a cookie.""It's a cookie date.

Age isn't stealing from my grandmother; it's slowly unwinding her.

The tallest slugger touched my forehead, and I ignited like a sparkler on the Fourth of July. Shards of dazzling light rippled under my skin. I was the constellation Grus. The Trifid Nebula. I was the Big Bang, expanding endlessly through time and space forever."I thought I was dying. That I was going to expire on a cold slab, trapped inside an UFO, my body filled with every light that had ever existed. I couldn't imagine a better way to die.

Bonding over illegal drugs hadn't magically solved our problems,

Just the perfect peace of nothingness. That's what I believed.

I could write my name across the sky, and it would be in invisible ink.

As human beings, we're born believing that we are the apex of creation, that we are invincible, that no problem exists that we cannot solve. But we inevitably die with all our beliefs broken.

Popularity is teenage heroin.

I hate Jesse for leaving me behind. If he asked, I would have walked into the air with him.