They were never scared of the kids who might die, or the empty spaces they would leave behind. They were afraid of us-the ones who lived.

The thing that scares me is that some part of me understands where they're coming from. They took everything from us, you know? Why shouldn’t we be able to take it back if we have the power to?

He's so busy looking inside people to find the good that he misses the knife they're holding in their hand.

He's just like a stallion. Wild and kicking on the outside, but a heart soft as satin on the inside. Just waiting for the right girl to break him in.

Maybe nothing will ever change for us,” he said. “But don’t you want to be around just in case it does?

I'm a monster, you know. I'm one of the dangerous ones. No you aren't, he promised. Your one of us.

Dreaming led to disappointment, and disappointment to a kind of depressed funk that wasn’t easy to shake. Better to stay in the gray than get eaten by the dark.