You can't just turn your heart off like a faucet; you have to go to the source and dry it out, drop by drop.

Needing was so easy: it came naturally, like breathing. Being needed by someone else, though, that was the hard part. But as with giving help and accepting it, we had to do both to be made complete-like links overlapping to form a chain, or a lock finding the right key.

Like so many before them, they didn't care that my dad was only the messenger. They still wanted to shoot him.

I know you guys have some sort of weird thing going on, with that game you play and everything—" "It's called a friendship.

Really, it had been stupid to expect anything anyway. A few late nights does not a habit, or a relationship, make.

Because this is what happens when you try to run from the past. It just doesn’t catch up, it overtakes … blotting out the future.

This is personal, she'd said. Real. This moment was too, even if you couldn't see it at first glance. It was fake on the outside, but so true within. You only had to look, really look to tell.