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

Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either

Namaste. It was a Nepalese greeting. It meant: The light within me bows to the light within you.

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.

I don't like hope very much. In fact, I hate it. It's the crystal meth of emotions. It hooks you fast and kills you hard. It's bad news. The worst. It's sharp sticks and cherry bombs. When hope shows up, it's only a matter of time until someone gets hurt.

Who knew that listening to a guy sleep could be so much deeper than sleeping with a guy.

I will go out again this very night with my rockets and fuses. I will blow them straight out of their comfortable beds. Blow the rooftops off their houses. Blow the black, wretched night to bits. I will not stop. For mad I may be, but I will never be convenient.