Sometimes--sometimes it just hits me, you know? And, it's not getting any easier." I choke, my eyes flooding all over again. "I'm not sure that it will. I think you just get used to the feeling, the hollowness, the loss, and somehow learn to live around it

You're free to join us, but only if you promise not to stare at the new kid." Miles laughs. "Staring is very rude. Didn't anyone ever tell you that?

Nothing can rival the incredible rush the act of creation brings. Of crafting something you know is destined to be great for all time.

Like when you scrape your knee and you get a scar, but then the scar fades so much that no one can see it but you. But you know where it is. Cuz you remember what caused it. And no matter how hard you try, you can never forget how bad it hurt when it first happened.

You cannot always have happiness, but you can always give happiness.

Remember when you picked me up like a frisbee and tossed me across you yard?

You hurt my feelings." He shoots me a wounded look. "I wasn't aware that you had any.