That is the rule of the Wilds: You must be bigger and stronger and tougher. You must hurt or be hurt.

You came form different starts and you'll come to different ends.

But from the beginning, I knew that in a world where destiny was dead, I was destined, forever, to love him. Even though he didn't - though he couldn't - ever love me back.

There's a place for everything and everyone, you know. That is the mistake they make above. They think that only certain people have a place. Only certain kinds of people belong. The rest is waste. But even waste must have a place. Otherwise it will clog and clot, and rot and fester.

I wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other's wounds; they repair the broken skin.

The only thing worse than having no friends is being pitied for having no friends.

It's funny how you can know your friends so well, but you still end up playing the same games with them.