Nobody fights you like your own sister; nobody else knows the most vulnerable parts of you and will aim for them without mercy.

Sometimes, Clark, you are pretty much the only thing that makes me want to get up in the morning.

There is a hunger in you. A fearlessness. You just buried it, like most people do.

I held him close and said nothing, all the while telling him silently that he was loved. Oh, but he was loved.

When you put someone down all the time, eventually they stop listening to the sensible stuff.

There are normal hours, and then there are invalid hours, where time stalls and slips, where life---real life---seems to exist at one remove.

Sit here long enough you get to know everything. You listen, see ?" She taps the side of her head. "Nobody listens any more. Everyone knows what they want to hear, but nobody actually listens.