I ran away one day. He was running in the same direction.

Even five minutes of your time can make someone's day.

Why do I feel like something's missing in my life without them and they don't feel the same about me?

We were playing Rock, Paper, Scissors," she told him once. "I was paper and she was rock so I lived and she died.

Don't let anyone take care of you. Can you maybe leave that for me to do? I mean, take care of you? Feel free to take care of me in return... because I think I'll need you to do that.

According to Dickens, the first rule of human nature is self-preservation and when I forgive him for writing a character as pathetic as Oliver Twist, I'll thank him for the advice.

What were you doing with her?" I ask quietly. "Apart from questioning her about your whereabouts, I was listening to the most intriguing story about my life moonlighting as a kidnapper.