Sometimes, if I really strain my brain, I can even do multiplication.

If God gives you a Quiznos, can I have a bite? No way. You have to pray for your own food.

Because that, more than any monster, was what Sam had feared: that he was weak and cowardly. He had a terrible fear of being afraid.

But when reality was hopeless, fantasy became more and more necessary.

Fear was about possibilities. Not things that happened. Things that might.

Here's the thing: I am not beautiful. I'm pretty. I'll allow that much. Pretty. But I'm not the girl boys long for.

No you sick, stupid creep, I love you. I shouldn't. I shouldn't. You're sick inside, Caine, sick! But I love you. - Diana