I don't have kids, but in many ways I feel I've had them already. I don't want to say I raised my brothers - that sounds too strong - but actually I do feel like that a bit.

In a way, I was incredibly proud of her (not that I had any intention of letting it show while I was beating the crap out of her).

What's the point? was my attitude. We're all just going to die and then NOT be let on the boat.

The brave may not live forever, but the cautious do not live at all.

It will hurt. Because deep down, I'll know there was someone.. someone I was supposed to have met. Only I'll never meet him. I'll go through my whole life waiting for him to come along, only he never will. What kind of life is that?

But I let it slide, because, hello, hot guy.

Home. Wow. I’m already calling it home. Well, isn’t that what any place is? Any place that you share with someone you love, I mean?