Jacob's room is the place entropy goes to die.

I don't think we get a choice in who we fall for," Ian whispers. "I think we just do.

The truth was, history repeated itself on a daily basis; mistakes were made over and over. People were haunted by what they had done, and by what they hadn't had time to do.

It was one thing to sacrifice your own life for someone else's. It was another thing entirely to bring into the mix a third party - a third party who knew you, who trusted you implicitly.

maybe there is more to a person than a body and a mind. maybe something else figures into the mix— not a soul, exactly, but a spirit that hints you might one day be greater, stronger than you are now. a promise; a potential.

There are some things, I think, you're btter off not remembering.

Violence up close has a smell. Like copper blood and charcoal burning.