That's what you do when the curtain is falling--you give the line that the audience wants to hear.

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.

If the world breaks a million and one promises, can you trust the million and second?

The next time you better have a good reason," I tease him. "Okay." He kisses me again. "Reason?" I ask softly. "Um. You're really pretty?" "That's a good one. I don't know if it's true, but it's good.

There are times when fear is not our enemy. There are times when fear is our truest, sometimes only, friend.

How oft do they rescue or ruin us, through whimsy or design or a combination of both, the adults to whom we entrust our care!

I will teach you to love death. I will empty you of grief and guilt and self-pity and fill you up with hate and cunning and the spirit of vengeance. I will make my final stand here, Benjamin Thomas Parish.