Colder by the hour, more dead with every breath.

Crying adds something: crying is you, plus tears. But the feeling Colin had was some horrible opposite of crying. It was you, minus something. He kept thinking about one word - forever - and felt the burning ache just beneath his rib cage.

I mean, I am pretty fabulous. Am I not?' 'You're a pillar of fabulosity in the community,' I tell him.

Eternity bids thee to forget.

She's just playing a trick on us. This is just an Alaska Young Prank Extraordinaire. It's Alaska being Alaska, funny and playful and not knowing when or how to put on the brakes.

Oh, Wikipedia, with your tension between those who would share knowledge and those who would destroy it.

It's not fair," I said. "It's just so goddamned unfair." "The world," he said, "is not a wishgranting factory.