''Of course I was relieved that party was canceled. It wasn't the shy thing, the total social retardation. It was more than that. I wasn't interested in the drinking beer or vodka or smoking cigarettes or doing all the other things Greta thinks I can't even imagine. I don't want to imagine those things. Anyone can imagine those things. I want to imagine wrinkled time, and forests thick with wolves, and bleak midnight moors. I dream about people who don't need sex to know they love each other. I dream about people who would only ever kiss you on the cheek. ''
''Finn and I would look at each other all the way across the room without saying a single word. And we would hear each other. That is the kind of love I imagined with Finn. That's what I told myself. The kind that is not gross, because it's in another time and I'm not me. ''