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

You can’t force yourself to trust. So you put all your doubts in a little box and bury it deep and then try to forget where you buried it

I don't move. I wait behind my log, terrified. Over the past ten minutes, it's become such a dear friend, I consider naming it: Howard, my pet log.

Time for the world to end.

You know how sometimes you tell yourself that you have a choice, but really you don't have a choice? Just because there are alternatives doesn't mean they apply to you.

Hold on tight, Sam." He puts me in a choke hold. "Ahhh," I gasp. "Not that tight.

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