And maybe I’m a liar and I do need it, because being kissed by Josh Bennett is kind of like being saved. It’s a promise and a memory of the future and a book of better stories. When he stops, I’m still here, and he’s still looking at me like he can’t believe I am, and I want to keep that look forever.“Emilia,” he says, and when he does, it warms me to my soul. “Every day you save me.

— Katja Millay

But you can only go so long being angry before you learn to hate.

— Katja Millay

Do real boys actually call girls baby? I don't have enough experience to know. I do know that if a guy ever called me baby, I'd probably laugh in his face. Or choke him.

— Katja Millay

Every normal family is one tragedy away from complete implosion.

— Katja Millay

His hands are miracles. I can watch them for hours, transforming wood into something it never dreamed of being.

— Katja Millay

I didn't belong in this world anymore. It's not that I wanted to be dead, I just felt like I should be.

— Katja Millay

I'd watch her, amazed at just how much a person could accomplish fueled by tea and regret.

— Katja Millay

I hate my left hand. I hate to look at it. Furthermore, I hate it when it stutters and trembles and reminds me that my identity is gone. But I look at it anyway; because it also reminds me that I'm going to find the boy who took everything away from me. I'm going to kill the boy who killed me, and when I kill him, I'm going to do it with my left hand.

— Katja Millay

I live in a world without magic or miracles. A place where there are no clairvoyants of shape-shifters, no angels or superhuman boys to save you. A place where people die and music disintegrates and things suck. I am pressed so hard against the earth by the weight of reality that some days I wonder how I am still able to lift my feet and walk.

— Katja Millay

I live in a world without magic or miracles. A place where there are no clairvoyants or shape-shifters, no angels or superhuman boys to save you. A place where people die and music disintegrates and things suck. I am pressed so hard against the earth by the weight of reality that some days I wonder how I am still able to lift my feet to walk.

— Katja Millay