Quotes from Jenny Downham

If you want a girl to like you, you have to listen like a woman and love like a man.

Don't think you have to be good because you're the only one left. Be as bad as you like.

That slow smile again. I love that smile! DId I think he was ugly just now? No, his face is transformed.

I love you. I love you. I send this message through my fingers and into his, up his arm and into his heart. Hear me. I love you. And I'm sorry to leave you.

I love you. It hurts more than anything ever has, but I do. So don't you dare tell me I don't. Don't you ever say it again!

She'd never in her whole life bunked school, smoked dope, or kissed a boy whose name she didn't know, and yet in the last few days, she'd done all these things.

The last few weeks, it was as if someone had taken his life to pieces and let him see the way it worked.

Life is made up of a series of moments, each one a journey to the end.

Then she says, 'I love you.' Like three drops of blood falling onto snow.

I didn't understand that when you make love, you actually do MAKE love. Stir things. Affect each other. The breath that escapes from me is dazzled. He breathes it in with a gasp.

Was this love? Because it hurt. It was like a bit of glass stuck somewhere important--his heart or his head, and it was throbbing.

You changed the rules of the universe when you fell in love with the enemy.

It's all right, Tessa, you can go. We love you. You can go now.' 'Why are you saying that?' 'She might need permission to die, Cal.' 'I don't want her to. She doesn't have my permission.

I want you to be with me in the dark. To hold me. To keep loving me. To help me when I get scared. To come right to the edge and see what's there.

I want the people I love to get up and speak about me, and even if you cry it'll be OK. I want you to say honest things.

I don't want to go into a fridge at an undertaker's. I want you to keep me at home until the funeral. Please can someone sit with me in case I get lonely? I promise not to scare you.

I've always wanted to be a cat. Warm and domesticated when you want to be, wild when you don't.

Should we say something?' Cal asks. 'Goodbye, bird?' I suggest. He nods. 'Goodbye, bird. Thank you for coming. And good luck.