“Dead. Even in the silence of my mind I cannot think the word. I cannot acknowledge this most obvious and terrible of truths.”

“Cassie: What would it cost me if I kissed him? What would it cost me if I didn’t?”

“Mad – empty – crazy – lost – dying... I was all of these things and nothing as well, because even though I breathed and moved, I was not alive.”

“Dead. Even in the silence of my mind I cannot think the word. I cannot acknowledge this most obvious and terrible of truths.”

“It was days like this when I felt it more than ever: I wasn’t a real human.”