The world goes on, stupid and brutal, but I do not. Can't you see? I do not.

Hope is the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard.

Who needs make-believe monsters when there are so many real ones.

Cripes Miss Wilcox, they're not guns,' I said. No, they're not Mattie, they're books. And a hundred times more dangerous.

Why is it that weeks and months and years go by so quickly, all in a blur, but moments last forever?

There is only one thing I fear now-love. For I have seen it and I have felt it and I know that it is love, not death, that undoes us.

Because just for a few seconds, someone else hurts, too. For just a few seconds, I'm not alone.