...you cannot punish a wet child for the rain.

Because when every day is the End of Days, after a while they feel pretty much like every other day, even though you know that's crazy. And nothing is the same.

I smiled at her, but she was already lost in thought, looking around the library as if it held all the answers to all our problems.

Lying on the ceiling. Refusing to go to school. Not opening up to me. Climbing water towers. "No, she's all right."

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

Nothing was ever how you wanted it to be. Not anymore. Not for me.

No, I'm too busy trying to deflect your Power of Stupidity. But I don't think I'm strong enough.