In death, lie. In living, cry. Carry me home to remember to be remembered.

She was wearing a purple T-shirt, with a skinny black dress over it that made you remember how much of a girl she was, and trashed black boots that made you forget.

The thing about fate is, are you the master of your fate, or are the stars?

There’s something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are. The stars look like they’re so close, you could reach out and touch them. But you can’t. Sometimes things look a lot closer than they are.

Running to stand still -Lena

A little known fact: I read all the time. books were the one thing that got me out of Gatlin, even if it was only for a little while.

So he's like a human compass? As far as superpowers go, that's pretty lame. You're like the Caster equivalent of Aquaman.