You know what the difference is between a dream and a goal?... A plan.

[I] don't think I was trying to kill myself. I just wanted to hurt, and understand exactly whay I was hurting. This made sense: you cut, you felt pain, period.

I felt a splinter of guilt wedge into my heart. Charlotte had hurt me; in return, I'd hurt Rob. Maybe that's what we do to the people we love: take shots in the dark and realize too late we've wounded the people we're trying to protect.

The desperate usually succeed because they have nothing to lose.

But you could only remake your own future, not anyone else's, and for some people that just wasn't good enough.

There are just as many stories to be told in the dark spots s there are in the bright ones.

Often, when the last page is turned, it will haunt you.