The whole world is like Whitewall's razors I burst out. It cuts us, and we bleed but there's no purpose to it.

But courage wasn't an absence of fear; it was fighting despite the knot in your stomach.

There are quiet ways to die where the body just doesn’t notice that the heart is gone.

I felt like the blonde in every horror movie who hears a noise in the basement and goes to investigate alone. Sometimes you smell the stupid all around you, but you step in it anyway.

I want to drag you off and hide you away,” he whispered. “Why?” “I always knew you were beautiful, but now everyone else will too. I won’t be able to keep other boys away from you, and it’ll make me crazy.

Life…never gave me a chance to be soft.

We stood back-to-back, blocking and striking in harmony; sometimes it felt like his arms and legs were an extension of me. I could count on him to keep them off me from behind.