Was it really so far-fetched to think that words had a way of shaping a person's whole life?

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.

Who burns me and shocks me and shatters me with a single touch.

The good and the bad, the sugar and the salt, the kicks and the kisses—what’s come before and what will come after, you and me—

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'll love you until the day after forever.

I get it," said Link. "Even if it wrecks everything, even if you know you're gonna get busted, sometimes you gotta do it anyway." "Something like that.