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.

Here's another thing to remember: hope keeps you alive. Even when you're dead, it's the only thing that keeps you alive.

That's what time does: We stand stubbornly like rocks while it flows all around us, believing that we are immutable - and all the time we're being carved, and shaped, and whittled away.

I don't know where to go. I don't know what comes now." "Don't worry," Will said. "We'll figure something out." Liesl managed to smile at him. She liked that word: *we*. It sounded warm and open, like a hug.

Most of the time one night blends into the next and weeks blend into weeks and months into other months. And sooner or later we all die. But at the beginning of the night anything’s possible.

Everyone just wasting time because they have so much of it to waste, minutes slipping by on who's with who and did you hear.

Mama, Mama, put me to bed I won’t make it home, I’m already half-dead I met an Invalid, and fell for his art He showed me his smile, and went straight for my heart.