Sam picks the stone up and clenches his entire body in deep concentration. Nothing happens. " Oh come on," he says to the stone. " I promise to use it for the power of good. No girls' locker rooms, I swear.

You can let your anger destroy you, or you can use it for something.

I am her tribute. Survival is my gift to her.

It's the little mistakes that lead to big mistakes.

Best way to deal with fear is to confront it.

The word of God is my vow.

No more, no less. I'm an idiot. I really need to let this crush go.