This is what it always comes down to, I realized. There are the ones who believe, and the ones who don't, and caught in the space between them are guns.

That's because you've never been one. You haven't spent years wearing someone else's clothes, taking someone else's name, living in someone else's houses, and working someone else's job to fit in. And if you don't sell out, then you run away... proving you're the Gypsy they said you were all along.

You know why I think we still execute people? Because, even if we don't want to say it out loud-for the really heinous crimes, we want to know that there's a really heinous punishment. Simple as that. We want to bring society closer together-huddle and circle our wagons-and that means getting rid of people we think are incapable of learning a moral lesson. I guess the question is: Who gets to identify those people? And what if, God forbid, they got it wrong?

You saved me," I said. Nathaniel put his hands on either side of my face. "I had to," he said. "So you could save me back.

Houses are cellular walls; they keep our problems from bleeding into everyone else's.

Suddenly this is all too hard. I am tired of putting up walls. I want someone with the strength - and the honesty - to break them down.

What makes a treasure a treasure." Marine replied, "is how rare a find it is, when you need it the most.