Boys and girls hid in the library stacks or behind the gym and flew at each other with no promise of love or even kindness, tasting one another in clumsly attempts to steal pleasure before they could be hurt or hated.

i would court you with passion, if things were different. you'd never get me off your porch swing.

Like a glimpse of eternity instantly forgotten. She is gone.

I had asked her for help, and she had sent me to the lions. I knew that she was trying to save her little girl, but sometimes mothers with the best intentions kill their daughters all the same.

To desperately hope," I whispered James let out a breath. "To gratefully believe.

Your mind will never lose anything forever that's worth keeping.

Books are boring," James said as he wrote. "They line the walls like a thousand leather doorways to be opened into worlds unknown," I offered.