Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with our blood?

I'm always sure of what I do," he said. "Sometimes I was just never sure there was supposed to be a happy ending.

When I was a child, I was one of the kids who wore black all the time, and when the kids asked me why I wore black, I said things like, 'I'm mourning the death of modern society.' I mean, I was a riot.

If you never saw the stars, candles were enough.

There is no better taste than this: someone else’s laughter in your mouth.

You really didn't see the sadness or the longing unless you already knew it was there. But that was the trick, wasn't it? Everyone had their disappointment and their baggage; only, some people carried it in their inside pockets and not on their backs.

I started down but Sam caught my arm and knelt down himself to look. "For crying out loud," he said. "It's a racoon." "Poor thing," I said. "It could be a rabid baby-killer," Cole told me primly. "Shut up," Sam said pleasantly.