Where are you going?” “To get a Coke!” “Would you—” “No!

Goodness," Myrnin said quietly. "I don't think I should be watching this. I don't think I'm old enough.

There is a certain freedom in giving up all hope. One is no longer bound by the cords of dread or fear; you simply move toward the inevitable without thinking on the consequences.

She looked back to see Sam standing there at the edge of the strip of sunlight inside Common Grounds, staring after her with an expression on his face like he'd lost his best- his only friend.

Don't play his game. Play yours.

What’s her name? Claire, what’s her name?

If you ask me if I'm okay again, I'm going to smack myself in the face just to punish you.