I can't do this to you,' he said, drawing back. Emily put her hand on his and pulled the gun to her temple. 'Then do it for me,' she said.

To me, a good event is governed by the audience.

You’ll tell yourself anything you have to, to pretend that you’re still the one in control.

Maybe a mother wasn't what she seemed to be on the surface.

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

If it's us", she whispered, "how come you get to decide?" When he didn't answer - couldn't answer - she turned and stared out the front window. As it turned out, they were still in the parking lot. They hadn't gotten anywhere at all.

Anger, though, is too fierce a flame to last for long, and when it burned out, I was left numb and wondering.