“You aren’t an awakening.’ I whisper, ‘You’re the whole dawn. And I can’t believe I ever thought I’d seen the sun before you.”

« He needed Thomas, needed their lungs sewn inside each other so he could remember how to breathe. He needed to take words from Thomas’s mouth and put them in his own so he had something to say. » (p.201-202)

« It burrowed between his ribs, the frustration of it. Everyone saw Andrew as shattered and fragile, and maybe he was to them. But when Thomas looked at Andrew’s sharp edges, he thought them dangerous and beautiful - not weak. He could cut me to bloody pieces if he wanted. Andrew hated the way he loved those words. » (p.129)

``I think someday you'll hate me. `` Thomas's voice stretched with a loneliness Andrew had never heard before. ``You'll cut me open and find a garden of rot where my heart should be,``

Andrew let the silence sharpen between them, waited until Thomas's breath caught in quiet anguish from being made to wait.

``When I cut you open,`` Andrew finally said, ``all I'll find is that we match.``