Lindsay calls them the Pugs: pretty from far away, ugly up close.

Take it from me: If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging up your back and runing its fingers up your spine, the best thing to do-the only thing-is run.

It's so strange how life works: You want something and you wait and wait and feel like it's taking forever to come. Then it happens and it's over and all you want to do is curl back up in that moment before things changed.

They’d already taken her from me once. I didn’t want to lose her again.

Live free or die.

Most people don't want to be saved. Besides, if you keep bailing everybody out, they'll never learn to paddle on their own.

that's what it was like waking up in the crypts. no-longer-dead. but without her. like burning alive.