Your life doesn't belong to you, it belongs to the people that love you

Crank, You See isn't any ordinary monster. It's like a giant octopus, weaving its tentacles not just around you, but through you, squeezing not hard enough to kill you, but enough to keep you from reeling until you try to get away. Try, and you hunger for it grasping clutch, the way its tendrils prop you up, your need intensifying exponentially every minute you refuse to admit its being (p.469)

Funny how when your life is mostly bullshit, you turn off feeling. Sometimes it's hard to turn it back on again.

Life is full of choices. We don't always make good ones. It seems to Kristina you gotta be crazy to open your windows, invite the demons in. Bree throws rocks at the feeble glass, laughs

Then I said it. He said it too. I love you. And everything that went before meant nothing.

Innocence eroded into nightmare. All because of very bad touch. Love, corrupted.

But I so want to walk that razor's edge, Take feeling to a whole new level.