While sight may deceive you, touch rarely does.

I know just how he feels that it’s come to this. Sometimes, love isn’t enough, even when it’s all you have.

Most people weren’t aware enough to fear the things that could really hurt them.

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.

I swept down the stairs to find Fade waiting for me at the bottom. His dark eyes widened, and for the first time since I'd known him, he was speechless. He stared up at me like I was everything he ever wanted.

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

Survival feels like cowardice.