I’m Angelina,” she says. “Are you here to save us?” I can see a tiny spark of hope awaken in her eyes. “You’re right, Angelina - I’m here to save you.” “Can you? Really?” “I’ll try,” I say and the girl smiles.

Make sure you live,' she said. 'As decent as you can. I know you'll make mistakes, but sometimes you're meant to, okay?

It's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do a lot of things? It flies, it tells, and worst of all, it runs out.

It's my heart that is tired. A thirteen-year-old heart shouldn't feel like this.

When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist in his face." (31.26)

I see Death as the part of us that knows all the time that we're going to die, reminding us to live properly.

The bittersweetness of uncertainty: To win or to lose.