She wept for the hurt that he owned, a hurt she could never hope to remove.

We're each alone inside our heads, some more so than others.

It's just that I'm fifteen, and I have this crazy idea I might actually have a life in front of me. I don't see how it's going to do me much good to believe that the world is over and this is just an epilogue.

The whole world turned into an all-you-can-eat buffet.

My whole body is a lethal weapon, you know. I know more ways to kill you than you know how to die.

Revenge is an infection of the spirit.

A wise man once said that we can't make anyone feel or do anything. We can throw things into the wind, but it's up to each person to decide how they want to react, where they want to stand when things fall.