My whole life was about her, what if her whole life wasn’t all about me?

They're fake bullets, so why do I feel like Im bleeding out?

I understand better than she'd imagine that history is indelible. You can mask it; you can patch it smooth and clear; but you always know what's hidden underneath.

There are always sides. There is always a winner and a loser. For every person who gets, there's someone who must give.

As an American I wanted to explore... why are we the only first world country that still has capital punishment? Is it because we're too afraid to really examine the system, or is it because we really truly believe that this is the best way to deter future crime?

I’d much rather pretend I’m somewhere else, and any time I open the pages of a book, that happens.

But there's an enormous difference between an audience that's watching you because they can't wait to see what comes next and an audience that's watching you because they're waiting for you to fail.