They did it for love, and sometimes love makes us do the irrational .. even the inexcusable.
Death was just the beginning of a journey that everyone took at some point.
A brain with no heart and no reasoning ... well, nothing is more meaningless.
One should not seek those who do not wish to be found.
Popularity was fickle and elusive, like trying to catch fireflies in a jar. You were either born with it or relegated to wallflower status according to your mysterious and unknowable workings of the universe.
That morning, she had found an envelope stuffed into her locker. It was from the Mercer Hotel, and held a plastic door key for their suite. "See you there tonight," Oliver had written. "Chomp! Chomp!