Do books about the Holocaust make us think, "Oh well, there was nothing we could've done to prevent that or prevent it from happening again"? Of course not. It makes us angry and determined to stop such atrocities.

I'm a Crank. I'm slowly going crazy. I keep wanting to chew off my own fingers and randomly kill people.

Oh, I'm good. Seriously, after all these years, you'd think I would stop amazing myself. But here I am, still doing it.

The betrayal meant he couldn't trust her anymore, and his heart told him he couldn't forgive her.

You are the shuckiest shuck faced shuck in the world!

I don't think anything's more rewarding than hearing that you've helped someone gain a love of reading.

Next time I'll pat you on the freaking back for stating the obvious.