Tell freedom I said hello.

It's quiet for a while, and then Rowan says; "We could talk now. We're alone out here. No walls.""There are always walls." I say.

The only characters I ever don't like are ones that leave no impression on me. And I don't write characters that leave no impression on me.

Vaughn is talking about the heat, and his voice is so excited that it breaks into whispers at times. He loves his madness the way a bird loves the sky.

Just being alive feels so arduous that all I want to do is climb under the covers and sleep.

They're dead. We're alive. We have things to do.

There are lots of love stories here," she says. "They either end happily, or everyone dies." She laughs, but it sound more like a sob. "What else is there, right?

He looks at me, and I don't know what he sees. I used to think it was Rose. But she's not here with us now, in this room. It's just him and me, and the books. I feel like our lives are in those books. I feel like all the words on the pages are for us.

I am charming. I am fearless.