What's stronger-the need to uphold the law, or the motive to turn one's back on it?

You make yourself strong because it's expected of you. You become confident because someone beside you is unsure. You turn into the person others need you to be.

I would prove to you that being different isn't a death sentence but a call to arms.

I have the most devoted and loyal following. I could probably type up my grocery list and they'd all want to read it. I love that they're willing to let me go wherever I need to go as an author, and they're happy to come along for the ride as the reader.

A heroin-thin boy with enough rings in his eyebrows to resemble a shower curtain rod.

Peter curled his hands into fists at his sides. 'Kiss me,' he said. She leaned towards him slowly, until her face was too close to be in focus. Her hair fell over Peter's shoulder like a curtain and her eyes closed. She smelled like autumn-like apple cider and slanting sun and the snap of the coming cold. He felt his heart scrambling, caught inside the confines of his own body. Josie's lips landed just on the edge of his, almost his cheek and not quite his mouth. 'I'm glad I wasn't stuck in here alone,' she said shyly, and he tasted the words, sweet as mint on her breath.

Life sometimes gets so bogged down in the details, you forget you are living it.