Knowing you don't have much time left changes things. You get kind of philosophical. And you figure things out-more like, they figure themselves out-and everything gets real clear.

You can't jump off a cliff when you have already fallen off a bigger one.

We don't get to chose what is true. We only get to choose what we do about it.

Nightmares end. That's how you know they're nightmares.

Flying or falling, it's up to us.

In history, she wasn't there while we reenacted the Lincoln-Douglas Debate, and Mr. Lee tried to make me argue the Pro-Slavery side, most likely as punishment for some future liberally minded paper I was bound to write.

I may have been a Wayward, but my way was full of people who loved me. They were the only way I knew