It didn't matter what you looked like. It was how you carried yourself, how you saw yourself.

maybe when you look at your face 50 times its really not that interesting anymore

Why are you still wearing...?" Aya began. "Oh, that's not smart plastic? You're really an ugly?" David rolled his eyes and Shay said quietly, "David's never had any surge at all. But I wouldn't use the word ugly...Tally might eat you.

You're splitting?" "No sh*it, Sherlock.

But they're already singing our praises!" "They are Americans. They toot their horns for anything.

I'd watched too many schoolmates graduate into mental institutions, into group homes and jails, and I knew that locking people up was paranormal - against normal, not beside it. Locks didn't cure; they strangled.

Maybe that was the price of loving someone: You lost your grasp of where they ended and you began.