And at some point, the struggle becomes too much-too tiring-and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.

The longer you wait, and this is true, the slower the hands will move.

When you try rescuing someone and discover they can't be reached, why would you ever throw that back in their face?

Every reader is different. There's no book that's inappropriate for every person, but there are people who cannot handle everything.

That’s when I said it. That’s when I whispered to her, “I’m so sorry.” Because inside, I felt so happy and sad at the same time. Sad that it took me so long to get there. But happy that we got there together.

And it feels strange, almost sad, to walk through ther empty halls. Each step I take sounds so lonely.

That's why you did it. You wanted your world to collapse around you. You wanted everything to get as dark as possible.