I do not want to pass the time. I want to grab hold of it and leave my mark upon the world.

We've left the moment. It's gone. We're somewhere else now, and that's okay. We've still got that moment with us somewhere, deep in our memory, seeping into our DNA. And when our cells get scattered , whenever that happens, this moment will still exist in them. Those cells might be the biulding block of something new. A planet or star or a sunflower, a baby. Maybe even a cockroach. Who knows? Whatever it is, it'll be a part of us, this thing right here and now, and we'll be a part of it.

This is the world we live in, Gemma, for better or for worse. Make of it what you can," he says, and I pull him to me.

I am for hockey. I find I should like to hit something with a stick. -Gemma Doyle Trilogy

Come awake, Tom. Fathers can willfully hurt their children. They can be addicts too weak to give up their vices, no matter the pain it causes. Mothers can turn you invisible with neglect. They can erase you with a denial, a refusal to see. Friends can deceive you. People lie. It is a cold, hard world. I do not blame Nell Hawkins for retreating from it into a madness of her own choosing.

People always fear what they don't understand, Evangeline. History proves that.

I invited myself. Thought this table needed some class.