So she became impulsive, scared by her inaction into perpetual action. When the Eagle confronted her with the expulsion, maybe she blurted out Marya's name because it was the first that came to mind, because in that moment she didn't want to get expelled and she couldn't think past that moment. She was scared, sure. But more importantly, maybe she'd been scared of being paralyzed by fear again. ~Miles/Pudge on Alaska, pg 120-121

By the way, I've decided to start referring to myself exclusively as 'Daddy.' Everytime Daddy would otherwise say 'I' or 'Me,' Daddy is now going to say 'Daddy.

So I let her go, too. And I'm sorry.

They couldn't bear the idea of death being a big black nothing.

He really was beautiful. I know boys aren’t supposed to be, but he was.

As a reader, I don't feel a story has an obligation to make me happy. I want stories to show me a bigger world than the one I know.

there is no shortage of fault to be found amid our stars