Biography
"I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish he lived in the wardrobe on a coat hanger. Whenever I wanted, I could get him out and he'd look at me the way boys do in films, as if I'm beautiful."
"I love you. It hurts more than anything ever has, but I do. So don't you dare tell me I don't. Don't you ever say it again!"
"I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you."
"It's all right, Tessa, you can go. We love you. You can go now.''Why are you saying that?''She might need permission to die, Cal.''I don't want her to. She doesn't have my permission."
"We make patterns, we share moments. Sometimes, I think I'm the only one to see it."
"I've always wanted to be a cat. Warm and domesticated when you want to be, wild when you don't."
"Maybe you should say goodbye, Cal.''No.''It might be important.''It might make her die."
"Do you want this to be a love story?"
"I like you,"he said.He made it sound as if she was bound to disagree with him. She nodded. His face said he was telling her something very important.He said, "I mean it. Whatever happens, you have to believe that."
"But all that is warm will go cold. My ears will fall off and my eyes will melt. My mouth will be clamped shut. My lips will turn to glue....No taste or smell or touch or sound.Nothing to look at. Total emptiness for ever."
"It was only one man who had gone, but it felt like forever, something so permanent and unstoppable that it blasted her. If she were a tree, she would drop all her leaves."
"What happens if anger takes you over, Tessa? Who will you be then? What will be left of you?"