Panic leads to carelessness, and carelessness creates accidents.

I've been waiting for you forever." "Forever' as in several hundred years, or forever as in since my lesson began?

I feel like I have so many stories basting in my mind, and they come busting out when they're ready.

There's no such thing as a good book or a bad book. There's a book that matters to a reader.

I slowly climbed back to my feet, walked back into the emergency department through the silently swishing glass doors, and, covered in my girlfriend's blood, lied perfectly for the first time in my life. "I tried to stop her.

I'm a dirt road out in the country kind of person, but I remember thinking, I could live in Chicago.

Every third step I ran, my breath exploded out of me all in a rush. One step to suck in another cold lungful. One step to let it excape. One step of not breathing.