This is not the person I wanted to become: Hatred has carved a permanent place inside me, a hollow where things are so easily lost.

But maybe you carried your demons with you everywhere, the way you carried your shadow.

People are like houses. They could open their doors. You could walk through their rooms and touch the objects hidden in their corners. But something--the structure, the wiring, the invisible mechanism that kept the whole thing standing--remai ned invisible, suggested only by the fact of its existing at all.

I didn't even know a heart could beat so loudly...it reminds me of an Edgar Allen Poe story we had to read in one of our...classes...it's supposed to be a story about guilt and the dangers of civil disobedience, but when I first read it I thought it seemed kind of lame and melodramatic. Now I get it, though. Poe must have snuck out a lot when he was young.

There is no before. There is only now, and what comes next.

She was mine before she was yours.

Love is the only thing in the world worth having. You must never loose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.