I think you only learn what kind of personality you have by committing to things.

There was one thing my murderer didn't understand; he didn't understand how much a father could love his child.

How to Commit the Perfect Murder" was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away.

Those who say they would rather fight to the death than be raped are fools. I would rather be raped a thousand times. You do what you have to.

You're not supposed to look back, you're supposed to keep going.

She sat in her room on the couch my parents had given up on and worked on hardening herself. Take deep breaths and hold them. Try to stay still for longer and longer periods of time. Make yourself small and like a stone. Curl the edges of yourself up and fold them under where no one can see. ~pg 29, Susie's sister Lindsey dealing with grief.

One thing about failing repeatedly: If you're still doing it after you've failed that much, you really mean it.