In the end, it only comes down to one thing: choosing the one you can’t live without.

So don't. Come hang out with me at work. We can play naughty dress up with the hospital gowns and rearrange the supply closets.

What could thunderbirds want with us?" I wondered aloud [...] "We'll find out when Big Bird wakes up," Marc said. My father shook his head. "We'll find out now. Wake him up and make him sing.

You just say the word, and I'll make the rest of the world go away. I'll take you someplace safe, where no one else can reach us.

Come near me and I'll rip your wings off and beat you with them.

Emma and I had both died twice, and for me, that second one actually stuck. Now I was a "resurrected American," better known, in colloquial terms, as life-challenged. Or undead. Or the living dead. But I'm not a zombie. I'm just a little less alive than your average high school junior.

How is it wrong to put everything you have into getting what you want most in the world?