...and I have this stupid little thought that Aaron didn't survive the croc attack after all, that he died but he's so pissed off at me that dying didn't stop him from coming here to kill me anyway.

It was solitude, but it was solitude that wasn't lonely. Solitude that could sort things out. And he hadn't had that in ages.

Worst is the one who knows better and does nothing.

Stories don’t end with the writers, however many started the race.

It's not how we fall. It's how we get back up again.

You love him," he says. Not an asking, just a fact. "I do," I say. Also a fact.

There's hope at the bottom of the biggest waterfall." ~pg 426