it isn’t healthy, how wrapped up they are in each other. Relationships like that burn bright, but when they burn out, they leave everyone blistered.

Stay for me. Stay with me. There will never be anyone else. Not in my bed. Not in my life. And not in my heart.

I don't want to wear your dad's clothes. He hates me." "You'd rather wear mine?" Nash scowled.

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.

Oh fine. I'll play nice with the pretty people.

It's not the length of the word; it's how well you use it!

I don't hate it. It does no good to hate something you can't change.