No, I call. Come back. I'm here, he says. But I can't see. It's too bright. You can't hold back the light, Gemma. I'm here. Trust me.
I think about dying every day, because I can't stop thinking about living.
The trouble with morning is that it comes well before noon.
Retribution is a dog chasing its tail.
When the world moves forward too fast for some people, they try to pull us all back with their fear.
You can’t blame a fella for kissing the prettiest girl in New York, can you, sister?” Sam’s grin was anything but apologetic. Evie brought up her knee quickly and decisively, and he dropped to the floor like a grain sack. “You can’t blame a girl for her quick reflexes now, can you, pal?