He's looking at the wall and at the floor and at the bedsheets and at the way his knuckles look when he clenches his fist but no not at me, he won't look at me and his next words are so, so soft. "Because they're dead, love. They're all dead.

— Tahereh Mafi

He's wrong he's so he's so wrong he's more wrong than an upside-down rainbow.

— Tahereh Mafi

His hands are holding my cheeks, and he pulls back just to look me in the eye and his chest is heaving, and he says, "I think," he says, "my heart is going to explode," and I wish, more than ever, that I knew how to capture moments like these and revisit them forever. Because this. This is everything.

— Tahereh Mafi

His lips soften into a smile that cracks apart my spine. He repeats my name like the word amuses him. Entertains him. Delights him.

— Tahereh Mafi

His smile is laced with dynamite.

— Tahereh Mafi

Hope. It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it's the only thing in the world keeping me afloat.

— Tahereh Mafi

How strange that we can go from friends to inseparable to hateful then casual all in one lifetime.

— Tahereh Mafi

I am nothing more than the consequence of catastrophe.

— Tahereh Mafi

I am not myself. My thoughts are tangled in words that are not my own.

— Tahereh Mafi

I am suspended at the moment. Flickering images faded with age, frozen thoughts hovering precariously in dead space, a whirlwind of memories that slice through my soul.

— Tahereh Mafi