I could think whatever I wanted to, but realized that any promises I made myself were destined to be broken.

sometimes words are not big enough to contain all the feelings you are trying to pour into them.

Yes, she is." He looks at me, his face carved in pain. "She is dying, Sara. She will die, either tonight or tomorrow or maybe a year from now if we're really lucky. You heard what Dr. Chance said. Arsenic's not a cure. It just postpones what's coming." My eyes fill up with tears. "But I love her," I say, because that is reason enough.

What being home-schooled has taught me, more than anything, is what a waste of a life high school is.

I realize how quickly lies compound. They cover like a coat of paint, one on top of the other, until you cannot remember what color you started with.

What's stronger-the need to uphold the law, or the motive to turn one's back on it?

What she hadn't realized was that sometimes when your vision was that sharp and true, it could cut you. That only if you'd felt such fullness could you really understand the ache of being empty.