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.

Wake up, Caitlin, Mr. Lensing had said. But what he didn't under­stand was that this dreamland was preferable, walking through this life half-sleeping, everything at arm's length or farther away.

Your actions is like a raindrop; it falls into the pond making ripples and then its over.

Some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic.

The only thing I can't stand more than seeing something done wrong is seeing it done slowly.

It wasn't like I was some expert on the meaning of being supportive. Was it being loyal even against your better judgement? Or, like Olivia, was it making your displeasure known from the start, even when someone didn't want to hear it?

I don't get it,' Caroline said, bemused. 'She's the only one with wings. Why is that?' There were so many questions in life. You couldn't ever have all the answers. But I knew this one. It's so she can fly,' I said. Then I started to run.