When you look death in the eye and death blinks first, nothing seems impossible.

What boy my age didn’t dream of fleeing the well-tended lawn and lamp-lit street for the untamed wilderness, where grand adventure awaited on the other side of the horizon, where the stars burned undimmed in the velvet sky above his head and the virgin ground lay untrodden beneath his feet?

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

Do you know how to tell who the enemy is, Cassie?

When the moment comes to stop running from your past, to turn around and face the thing you thought you could not face--the moment when your life teeters between giving up and getting up--when that moment comes, and it always comes, if you can't get up and you can't give up either, here's what you do: Crawl.

The world is a clock winding down.

Tampons. I’m constantly worrying about my stash and if I’ll be able to find more.