Books?" Ridley looked disgusted. "Carry?

The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay.

High school sucked. It was a universal truth, and whoever said these were supposed to be the best years of your life was probably drunk or delusional.

It's the face the world sees, the one you can change as many times as you want

I want you here. I don't care if it's a hundred degrees and every blade of grass dies. Without you, none of that matters to me.

South of Somewhere and north of Nowhere.

Darkness, real darkness, was more than just a lack of light.