That's the thing about faith. It works.
Anger is useful only to a certain point. After that, it becomes rage, and rage will make you careless.
He who leaps for the sky may fall, it's true. But he may also fly.
The rules of Panic are simple. Anyone can enter. But only one person will win.
I close my eyes. An image flashes—emerging from the van with Julian after our escape from New York City; believing, in that moment, that we had escaped the worst, that life would begin again for us. Instead life has only grown harder.
Fear. Blame. Don't forget. Mom. I love you. -Lauren Oliver, Delerium