Her eyes hold the pale moon in them, the way a still pond holds stars.

Humans waste words. They toss them like banana peels and leave them to rot. Everyone knows the peels are the best part.

Oh, it's just a trash can. Chill out." (Marco) BAM! BAM! BAM! "Okay, so it's four trash cans," (Marco) " BAM! BAM! BAM! "Do you hate trash cans? Is that your problem? Do you just HATE TRASH CANS?!!" (Jake)

Memories are precious ... they help tell us who we are.

Yes," he said. "You were strong. You were brave. You were good. You mattered.

I was Jake's insurance policy. He thought maybe he wouldn't have to use me. He hoped, anyway. But down deep he knew, and I knew, and we both hid the truth from the others because Cassie couldn't let Jake make that decision, and Tobias couldn't let me, and those two, by loving us, would have screwed everything up. It was a war, after all. A war we had to win.

Right now I would give all the yogurt raisins in all the world for a heart made of ice.