Now, I was a fan of the simple pleasures in life: grilled cheese sandwiches without black flecks on the crust, jeans that didn't pinch the better parts of me, an inch of vodka, ten to twelve hours of sleep. - Cole St Clair, Forever.

I was losing sight of the wolf ahead of me; the one inside me seemed closer all of a sudden.

Do you think I just turn my secrets out for everyone?" He is unfazed. "I didn't know they were secrets," he says. "Or I wouldn't have asked.

I guess I make things that need energy stronger. I'm like a walking battery.

I thought, possibly, that what I really needed was to go where nobody knew me and start over again, with none of my previous decisions, conversations, or expectations coming with me.

No. Not really. A weapon didn't come to an agreement with the hand that held it.

Peeling off my skin / leaving just my eyes behind / You see inside my head / Still know that you are mine.