She wondered if maybe tragedy was what it took to make your heart capable of admitting a new member.

Wish for what you want, work for what you need. -Carmen's grandmother

He had to fight. That's all he had. Not memories, not experiences, not skills. He had a will. And his will was to fight until he couldn't fight anymore.

Women always seemed to bring the size they wished they were to the fitting room, rather than the size that would actually fit.

One must have a good memory to keep the promises one has made.

She was supposed to be putting her life together right now, and all she could seem to do was throw grenades at it.

I'm dying with you before I'm living without you.