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

People say they want freedom, but what they really want is freedom from worry. If I take care of their problems, they don't mind being told what to do.

We can save the world," I say, trying to smile. "You and me.

"You can eff off, too," I say, except I don't say eff, I say what 'eff' stands for.

But a knife ain't just a thing, is it? It's a choice, it's something you do. A knife says yes or no, cut or not, die or don't. A knife takes a decision out of your hand and puts it in the world and it never goes back again.

Flakes of white fall thru the trees and onto the road, catching on our clothes and hair. It's a silent fall and it's weird how it makes everything else seem quiet, too, like it's trying to tell you a secret, a terrible, terrible secret.

Francia don’t look too convinced. I never seen arms so crossed.