My theory is that everyone at one time or another has been at the fringe of society in some way: an outcast in high school, a stranger in a foreign country, the best at something, the worst at something, the one who's different. Being an outsider is the one thing we all have in common.

Hearts were made for being broken. There's really no way around it if you want to be a human being.

Sometimes, running away means you're headed in the exact right direction.

Let everyone see the blood,' he said. 'Don't clean it up. That's the only way people remember.'... I could see the blood inside my head. It was with me forever, whether or not I wanted to forget.

The only people out at this hour were ones who couldn't sleep,those haunted by one thing or another:love thwarted, love lost, love thrown away. They were the sort of people who didn't want to be noticed, who wanted to slip through shadows, be alone with their despair.

Feel lucky for what you have when you have it. Isn't that the point? Happily ever after doesn't mean happy forever.

...but now the worst crime was pretending to be something you were not.