It isn't that the lies are too beautiful to resist. It's that the truth is too hideous to face.

There was, like, this black hole where the world used to be, and we were both falling toward it. What could we hold on to?

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.

I have a very low tolerance for boredom and often think I would have missed out on books entirely if Id grown up in the Internet and video game age. Now I enjoy books for people of all ages, including children.

It's an either/or world now.

I had it all wrong," he says. "Before I found you, I thought the only way to hold on was to find something to live for. It isn't. To hold on, you have to find something you're willing to die for.

But hope is no less realistic than despair. It is still our choice whether to live in light or lie down in darkness.