I could hear my heart beating. I could hear everyone's heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making, not one of us moving, not even when the room went dark.

I’d like to go out in the front yard and shout something. “None of this is worth it!” That’s what I’d like people to hear.

There was this funny thing of anything could happen now that we realized everything had.

I am too nervous to eat pie.

Something’s died in me,” she goes. “It took a long time for it to do it, but it’s dead. You’ve killed something, just like you’d took an axe to it. Everything is dirt now.

She won't give him back his look.

Honey, no offense, but sometimes I think I could shoot you and watch you kick.