I've been waiting a long to to meet you
The price of a memory, is the memory of the sorrow it brings.
I am her tribute. Survival is my gift to her.
That’s the worst way to miss somebody. When they’re right beside you and you miss them anyway.
Sometimes you can hide just as effectively by sticking out.
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.