She was all the things I wasn't. And i was all the things she wasn't. she could paint circles around anyone; I couldn't even draw a straight line. She was never into sports; I've always been. Her hand, it fit mine.

There was a difference between people looking at you because they wanted to be like you, and people looking at you because your misfortune brought them one rung higher.

Sometimes Chris wished he could sneak a peek at the back of the book, so to speak, and see how it was all going to turn out, so that he wouldn't have to bother going through the motions.

Sometimes knowing what's right isn't a rational decision, or even what works on paper. Sometimes leaving is the best course of action after all.

No, honestly, my mouth shouldn't be able to function unless my brain's engaged.

Sometimes it made her want to put her fist through glass; other times, it made her cry a river.

Beliefs are the roads we take to our dreams. Believe you can do something-or believe you can't-and you'll be right everytime.