What about desserts?" I asked. "If the world comes to an end, I'm going to want cookies.

I wonder if I cry whether my tears would be gray.

Because if I let myself feel the pain and the anger, I think it might kill me. Or I might kill someone else. I know it's wrong to feel that way about God and I know its's wrong to not feel anything. I hate it. I don't hate God. I hate not loving Him.

I hate the moon. I hate tides and earthquakes and volcanoes. I hate a world where things that have absolutely nothing to do with me can destroy my life and the lives of people I love.

Carlos was probably somewhere warm, eating three meals a day, and sleeping in a real bed. That was the life

I'm 16 years old. Let me get my learner's permit first. then I'll worry about lifetime commitments

I thought about how unlikely it was I would ever meet any guy,fall in love, get married, have babies. Especially since I was going to spend the rest of my life in the cellar, where, in the not too distant future, I'd turn into a toadstool. I hoped I'd be the poisonous variety.