Hunger. It's like an animal trapped inside you, Thomas thought.

What was the point of even having a conversation when words couldn't be trusted?

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

I think Judy Blume, Stephen King, and Dean Koontz are the three authors responsible for my being where I am today. I owe them a lot.

Things are really weird around here, and most of us don't know everything. Half of everything.

i felt her absence. it was like waking up one day with no teeth in your mouth. you wouldn't need to run to the mirror to know they were gone

I ought to come up there and break your shuck nose.