You can't argue with the dead, no matter what you say, they always have the last word.

Beautiful people don't need coats. They've got their auras to keep them warm.

Bravery is feeling fear but doing the thing anyway.

He who cannot endure the bad will not live to see the good.

You are a ghost, Andi," she says. "Almost gone." I look at her. I want to say something but I can't get the words out. She squeezes my hands. "Come back to us," she says. And she's gone.

A new word. Bright with possibilities. A flawless pearl to turn over and over in my hand, then put away for safekeeping.

I know it is a bad thing to break a promise, but I think now that it is a worse thing to let a promise break you.