One of us... One of them... One of us... One of them... A rhythm playing like train wheels on a circular track -- never ending but going nowhere.

The news lies all the time. They tell us what they think we would want to hear.

That just the way it is. Some things will never change. That's just the way it is. But don't you believe them.

Dear God, please let him have heard me. Please. Please. If you're up there. Somewhere.

The status quo is never news, only challenges to it.

I hadn't fully realized just how powerful words could be before this. Whoever came up with the saying 'sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me' was talking out of his or her armpit.

So why did you want to kiss me?" "We're friends aren't we?" Callum shrugged. I relaxed into a smile. "Of course we are." "And if you can't kiss your friends who can you kiss?" Callum smiled.