Quotes by Katja Millay

I wish I could have saved you, he says finally. And this is what it always comes back to. Salvation. Him saving me. Me saving him. Impossibilities, because there is no such thing, and its not what we ever needed from each other anyway.

Every normal family is one tragedy away from complete implosion.

His hands are miracles. I can watch them for hours, transforming wood into something it never dreamed of being.

Im tired of being responsible for other peoples misery. I cant even put up with my own.

Do real boys actually call girls baby? I dont have enough experience to know. I do know that if a guy ever called me baby, Id probably laugh in his face. Or choke him.

“People like to say love is unconditional, but its not, and even if it was unconditional, its still never free. Theres always an expectation attached. They always want something in return. Like they want you to be happy or whatever and that makes you automatically responsible for their happiness because they wont be happy unless you are ... I just dont want that responsibility.”

“You know I meant it. I am human. And male. And not remotely blind. Do you want me to say it again? You are distractingly, even if-that-is-not-a-real-word pretty. You are so pretty that I bullied Clay Whitaker into drawing me a picture of you so I could look at you when you arent around. You are so pretty that one of these days Im going to lose a finger in my garage because I cant concentrate with you so close to me. You are so pretty that I wish you werent so I wouldnt want to hit every guy at school who looks at you, especially my best friend.”