You can't dispute the ridiculous. You can't argue reasonably with evil.

She didn't like being twelve. It felt like someplace between who she'd been and who she was about to be. It felt like no place at all.

This was what it meant to be human, to know that time moved and all things changed.

He fell in love with the way she closed her eyes, long before he fell in love with her.

I wasn't good company, that was true, and people avoided me, but that was all right. I was too busy dreaming.

I feel like my eyes are killing me at the end of the day and that I shouldn't use them.

I saw the end of his life right there in that single moment. His pride, his decency, his secrets, his death.