I think people are nuts to shut themselves inside all day. We’re cutting ourselves off from each other and it’s only going to get worse.

When it comes to technology, humans are as easy to train as rats in a cage.

The rain picks up outside. It hits and slams against the window, but I think it sounds like music – a light mix of tambourine and cymbals. The wind sounds like a guitar, all low, melancholy notes. Thunder takes the drums. I’m quiet as I listen to the song.

You weren’t supposed to think. Just feel. You need to drop some of your senses in order to heighten others.

She explained sometimes the story is supposed to be missing because it’s still waiting to be written.

I studied Jax, becoming more intrigued by him every minute we spent together. He was like a book, where each chapter picks up pace until you can’t put it down. That’s when you know you’ve made a friend – when you want to read more of his story.

He was like a book, where each chapter picks up pace until you can’t put it down. That’s when you know you’ve made a friend – when you want to read more of his story.

I needed him to know how I felt so I just kissed him as long as he would let me. I used to think talking was all about words. But you can say so much more with your eyes and your fingers and your touch. Words just make us one-dimensional.

Some people steal your oxygen and leave you winded. Some people cut it off completely and you’re left suffocated. But other people, the rare ones, pump oxygen into you, just like a breeze fills a wind puppet and gives it the energy to twist and sway.

I wasn’t rebellious. Maybe I was just more human than the average person.