But that was the problem with having the answers. It was only after you gave them that you realized they sometimes weren't what people wanted to hear.

You're not a sucker. You're just nice. You give people the benefit of the doubt.

In midair, dangling lost above the world.

She was just a shell of her former self, functioning and talking but hardly alive.

She tried to be someone people liked. She tried to be someone people disliked. But all I became was someone who didn't succeed with anything I tried to be.

It's the same thing,' I told her. 'What is?' 'Being afraid and being alive.' 'No,' she said slowly, and now it was as if she was speaking a language she knew at first I wouldn't understand, the very words, not to mention the concept, being foreign to me. 'Macy, no. It's not.

Look at it this way: I might be saying you're fat, but at least I'm not punching you in the face.' Are those the only options?' Not always. Just sometimes.