When you don't fit in, you become superhuman. You can feel everyone else's eyes on you, stuck like Velcro. You can hear a whisper about you from a mile away. You can disappear, even when it looks like you're still standing right there. You can scream, and nobody hears a sound. You become the mutant who fell into the vat of acid, the Joker who can't remove his mask, the bionic man who's missing all his limbs and none of his heart. You are the thing that used to be normal, but that was so long ago, you can't even remember what it was like.

You keep distracting me,” I tell her. “All I’m doing is sitting here talking to you!” “Exactly,” I say, and I smile at her.j

When you begin a journey of revenge, start by digging two graves: one for your enemy, and one for yourself.

The Inuit say that the stars are holes in heaven. And every time we see the people we loved shining through, we know they're happy.

If God wanted us to act on instinct, we wouldn't have the power of reason.

She had never been a pretty crier. She sobbed the way she did everything else - with passion and excess.

There's a problem with wounded birds, Cassie," Connor said. "Either they fly away from you one day, or else they never get better. They stay hurt no matter what you do.