It isn't up to me to break his heart; that's time's job.

That's a stupid question,' said Malachi. 'Because he didn't warn him. He didn't warn anyone.' 'No, it's a philosophical question,' Kearns corrected him. 'Which makes it useless, not stupid.

And in more than half the pictures, she isn't looking at the camera; she's looking at him. Not the way I would look at Ben Parish, all squishy around the eyes. She looks at Evan fiercely, like, This here? It's mine

Self-pity is egotism undiluted, after all—self-centeredness in its purest form.

In case you're an alien and you're reading this: BITE ME.

Soon I will fall asleep and I will wake from this terrible dream. The endless night will fall, and I will rise. I long for that night. I do not fear it. I have had my fill of fear. I have stared too long into the abyss, and now the abyss stares back at me.

He barely knew I existed. I knew some of the same people he knew, but I was a girl in the background, several degrees of seperation removed.