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

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

I remember lying in the snow, a small red spot of warm going cold, surrounded by wolves.

Oh, I'll buy fourteen dresses and build a road and name it after myself and try one of everything at Palsson's." Though I don't quite look up, I can still feel his gaze on me. It's a heavy thing, this look of his. He says," What's the real answer?

Ronan kept staring at Whelk. He was good at staring. There was something about his stare that took something from the other person.

It's like how on certain days some people wear sweaters when other people can wear t-shirts and still feel comfortable - different reactions to the same temperature.

Hope hurt more than the cold.