And then everything was in the hands of gravity, which has never had much love for the terminally stupid.

She told the truth as she saw it, and she died for it. I came along for the ride, and I lived. It wasn't worth it. But it was the truth, and it was what had to happen.

Crazy gets all the knives.

Remember what I said about the mosquitoes?" "Which part" asked Maggie. "The scary part, the really scary part, the legitimately terrifying part, or the part that makes suicide sound like an awesome way to spend the evening?

No one should be posing for duck-lipped selfies with the plaque of the dead. That wouldn't be right.

Madness is surprisingly freeing.

Time never runs backward when I need it to. Not for me, and not for anyone else.