Every Day (Every Day, #1)

by David Levithan

Simple and complicated, as most true things are.

is a mistake to think of the body as a vessel. It is as active as any mind, as any soul. And the more you give yourself

Brilliant chapter about inner battle with the body of a junkie.

It’s as if when you love someone, they become your reason.

The instant I step in the room, I know she’s here.

Everybody wants to belong to something bigger than themselves, and everybody wants company in doing that.

She has been left to her own devices, and those devices are broken.

Not getting what you want can make you cruel.

when something happens, she’s the person I want to tell. The most basic indicator of love.

everything around me feels like it’s the temperature of happiness.