He did seem like a nice boy. Seeming and being are two different things.

...Things happened when you were little. Things you don't remember now, and don't want to. But they need to escape, need to worm their way out of that dark place in your brain where you keep them stashed.

Can a dream be wrong? Aren't dreams God's way of telling you things?

She's no longer afraid to die. What she's afraid of is living, accepting the status quo.

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

I mean, who wants to trudge through life, doing everything just right? Taking no chances means wasting your dreams.

Have you ever once in your life reached out to touch infinity?