Don't think you have to be good because you're the only one left. Be as bad as you like.

Statement: A girl and a boy jump into a river. The boy swims over to the girl and says, "God, it's cold." Question: What's the probability they will kiss?

Every breath, every heartbeat, was one less until maybe things stopped hurting this much.

I imagine horses in the engine, their manes flying, their breaths steaming, their nostrils flaring as they gallop.

I made a fatal error thinking he could save me.

She'll understand what I already know - that death surrounds us all. And it tastes like metal between your teeth.

Every seven years our bodies change, every cell. Every seven years, we disappear.