The air around her was cool lately, as if she were creating a vacuum with her unhappiness.

Sometimes you weren't supposed to share pain. Sometimes it was best just to deal with it alone.

He had the same look on his face that I had every day when I looked in the mirror. He was nothing more than a shell of a person.

This planet has — or rather had — a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much all of the time.

Everything hurts until you become good at hurting everything around too.

She knew I could tell with one glance, one look, one simple instant. It was her eyes. Despite the thick makeup, they were still dark-rimmed., haunted, and sad. Most of all though, they were familiar. The fact that we were in front of hundreds of strangers changed nothing at all. I'd spent a summer with those same eyes-scared, lost, confused-staring back at me. I would have known them anywhere.