Love is like that. I could crush her beneath the weight of confession.

Torch every book. Burn every page. Char every word to ash. Ideas are incombustible. And therein lies your real fear.

No way to get away. No way to get away. Little change to sneak away... insanity.

Sometimes I'm not so sure just who I am either.

Her smile is like summer moonlight-beautiful and magical, with a fire that could melt the night.

Falling in love with someone is the surest highway to hurt that I know. When the door to love opens, the window to control closes.

Defiance rose up like vomit. I swung back and yelled, "Don't ever do that again!