Medicine cabinets are dangerous. Those doors, man. They'll just spring on you like a ninja.

At the end of the day, it's a series of individual challenges played out against a team defense. It's a psersonal test every time I step into the batter's box: Can I do better than the last time? And that's why I love it.

Jazz spent a chunk of the day fantasizing about ways to kill his grandmother, plotting them and planning them in the most excruciating, gruesome detail his imagination would allow. It turned out his imagination allowed quite a bit. He spent the rest of the day convincing himself--over and over--not to do it.

Homecoming's stupid." And it is. Buch of kids looking for excuses to grope eachother all night.

And I think of nothing. I think of nothing but Rachel. What happens next is pure magic, and is for us and us alone.

Jazz hadn't given her many details of exactly what life in the Dent house had been like, but he'd told her enough that she knew it wasn't hearts and flowers. Well, except for the occasional heart cut from a chest. And the kind of flowers you send to funerals.

Maybe Rachel was right all along. Maybe the past is past, history is history, and you just push it aside and look for the future.