What being home-schooled has taught me, more than anything, is what a waste of a life high school is.

I'm not saying you did the wrong thing. I'm not even saying it wasn't something I'd thought of doing, myself. But even if it was the just thing to do, or the fitting thing, it still wasn't the right thing.

It's hard to be the one always waiting. I mean, there's something to be said for the hero who charges off to battle, but when you get right down to it there's a whole story in who's left behind.

If he says jump, she doesn't even ask "How high?" She goes out and buys a pogo stick.

You can’t undo something that’s happened; you can’t take back a word that’s already been said out loud.

Who spit in your porridge?

But this is inaccurate. A runaway train is an accident. Me, I'll jump in front of the tracks. I'll even tie myself down in front of the speeding engine. There's some illogical part of me hat still believes if you want Superman to show up, first there's got to be someone worth saving.