Its our actions that define us. What we choose. What we resist. What we're willing to die for.

Do you think love just goes away? Pops out of existence when it becomes too painful or inconvenient, as if you never felt it?

I'm sorry your pretty little world got all screwed up, but everybody's does, and you go on. It's how you go on that defines you.

There’s no point in fighting the tide. It ebbs. It flows. You ride it.

He was still frowning at the cake, looking at it as if he expected it to sprout dozens of legs and begin scuttling toward him, thin-lipped, teeth bared.

Sometimes, Ms. Lane," he said, "one must break with one's past to embrace one's future. It is never an easy thing to do. It is one of the distinguishing characteristics between survivors and victims. Letting go of what was, to survive what is.

It's a sponge and I'm a sponge and for a second there all our sponge parts are one and I don't just have square pants, everything about me is squarish because I'm part of a wall.