The Infinite Sea (The 5th Wave, #2)

by Rick Yancey

When you look death in the eye and death blinks first, nothing seems impossible.

Promises are priceless, and a kiss is a kind of promise, too.

You never know when the truth will come home. You can’t choose the time. The time chooses you.

Virtues are vices now, and death is the cost of love. Not the death of his body. His body was the lie. True death. The death of his humanity. The death of his soul.

no debt is ever fully repaid, not really, not the ones that really matter.

Amazing. It isn’t that the lies are too beautiful to resist. It’s that the truth is too hideous to face.

“Because love is irrational,” I tell Vosch. “It doesn’t follow rules. Not even its own rules. Love is the one thing in the universe that’s unpredictable.”