Tucker: Why would you tell me now if it’s against the rules?Clara: Because I love you.
Are you any good at it?””Pulling idiots out of the snow? I’m the best.
She shrugs.”Men””Men.””If we can send one man to the moon, why can’t we send them all there?
You are going to love the sports here. Snow skiing and water-skiing and rock climbing and all kinds of extreme sports. I give you full permission to hurl yourself off stuff.
I’ll never forget the way he tastes. It’s not anything I can describe, a little sweet and a whole lot of spice, and it feels, in that moment, absolutely right.
I am amazed at how being with him changes everything for me, socially speaking.
You and I have a connection that nothing, not on heaven or earth, or even hell, could ever break. If you want to talk to me, talk to me. I’ll hear you…
Shall I compare thee to a barrel of apples?Though art more hairy, but sweeter inside.Rough winds couldn’t keep me from taking you to chapel,Where finally a horse could take a bride…
There’s nothing more inspiring than the complexity and beauty of the human heart.
I think you must be some kind of a freak. Either that or you’re trying toconvert me to your secret horse religion.”“Darn, you got me,” she says theatrically. “You thwarted my evil plan.
Bug spray.” Mosquitoes never bother me, but apparently they eat Tucker alive if he forgets bug spray. So I wear it for solidarity. “All the kids wearit,” I explain to Mom. “They say the mosquito is the Wyoming state bird.
He wanted to tell her she’d have more room if she’d just get rid of her books, but he supposed that in her case, it would be like telling a mother she’d have more room if she threw out her children.
Tucker: “Today we ran into a mama grizzly with two cubs at the ridge off Colter Bay and Clara sang to it to make it go away.”Mrs. Avery: You sang to it?Tucker: Her singing is that bad.
I love you,” he murmurs. “Can you feel that? You. Not some destiny I think I’m called to. You. I’m with you. My strength. My soul. My heart. Feel it.
And,” Kay adds as her final touch, “Christian Prescott is my boyfriend.”I dislike her already.
Once again, my hero. And here I’m supposed to be the one saving him.
I’ve learned that sometimes, when you’re afraid but you keep on moving forward, that’s the biggest kind of courage there is.
It’s just high school, man. Those guys are just high school guys, and in ten years they’re going to be working for people like me. I know that. I just have to make it through two more years.
Is this my purpose?The clouds don’t have a lot of answers.
Where are you?” I wheeze into the floor. “Where did you go?
Everybody dies, and everybody loses people they love-everybody-and that is not an excuse for you to fucking die. I love you, and I need you to be my mother, and I need you to have a life. So get over yourself.
Another silence for the record books. Then he sighs.”I know. It’s crazy. I feel like –” He stops himself. He suddenly looks so miserable that my heart aches for him.I hate my life.
I understand now that nobody could have saved Ty but Ty. There’s no one else to blame. Not you. Not me. Ty was holding all the cards.
It’s your mind you have to train, like your mom said that one time, you have to separate yourself from all the crap, get down to the core, focus.
But my anger was a slippery thing, like a fish I was trying to keep hold of, and it wiggled out of my grasp.
Dad scowls. “Phen.” He says the name like it’s a swear word. “Disgusting, cowardly creatures, the ambivalent. Worse than the fallen, in many ways.” His eyes are so fierce it’s a tad scary. “They have no conviction at all.
I can’t leave you,” he says hoarsely.”I can’t leave you either,” I say, shaking my head. “I can’t.””Then don’t,” he says, and grabs me behind the neck and kisses me again, and the world is tilting, and everything goes black.
Tucker: “But she gave me the perfect gift.”Clara: “What?”Tucker: “You.
The worst part about her new chambers was that all these wardrobes and vanities and drapes meant there was no space–none at all–for a bookcase. Who on earth could feel comfortable enough to sleep in a room with no books?
I have a good life, I remind myself. There are plenty of people who love me. They’re just not around at the moment.
Great. I’ve been at this school for less than five hours and I’ve already made two enemies simply by existing. -Clara
First rule of Angel Club, you do not talk about Angel Club.
Because he was English and that’s what the English do under stress: they drink tea.
My mother always says that love is like a snakebite, a venom slowly spreading through your veins.
It’s been nice knowing you, Clara.’Huh? My brain still a bit shell-shocked.’Say a prayer for me, will you? He gives me a shaky grin. Because I’m pretty sure my parents are going to kill me