When you have to do something, you have to do it. Putting it off only makes it worse. Believe me, I know.

It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.

He was the only person in the world she was tongue-tied around, and yet the only person she really wanted to talk to.

He might be tall enough to see into tomorrow, but he hadn’t looked there in a long, long time. He’d forgotten how bright it was. So bright he could hardly stand it.

To Fred, those years seemed to pass like quickly skimming a book and then finding the ending wasn't what he expected. He wished he'd paid more attention to the story.

Everything had felt so precarious since her mother's death, like she was walking on a bridge made of paper.

Adolescence is like having only enough light to see the step directly in front of you.