My way is set as in stone, and I don't feel the need to veer off any longer. It has taken many days of searching and fighting, but in the end I have found what I was looking for. I have found my way home.

I really hope that all librarians aren't like Gladys Morgan. Because I'd really like , at some point, to walk into a library and not be afraid for my life.

The Grim Reaper doesn't disappear... he catches up.

I've stabbed two people with a fork today. What's wrong with me?

You can't be gone. I need you here, with me. What am I going to do without you?

There's something comforting about the companionship of animals in a new place.

I go to a Catholic school and I'm telling you: invisibility = eternal damnation. You can take it to the bank.