You gotta be crazy to open your windows, invite the demons in.

I'm sad. Pressed down by sorrow. I'm angry. Pissed at God, if there is one, and the way things are. I'm scared. Confused by the whys. Why are we here? Is there, really, some intelligent design? Why do we cry for someone who leaves us if there's some Grand Pearly Gate in the sky? Why worry about how we build our lives if the ultimate ending for all is death, a single breath away? (358)

Smile. Nod. Say something witty before he finds out what an incredible geek you are.

Just keep on shining that light. The rest will take care of itself.

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

But hey, I'm not exactly sold on the idea that love is, in fact, real. Will it find me one day, overtake me, infiltrate my life like sunlight snakes through the cold of morning? Can love thaw me? will it ever?

Once ...Why ...lie? ...when ...truth is ...the easier path