If these were indications of new love, as Sergei expected they were, then he was not surprised. All that scraping and arguing, the teasing and playful antagonism, could only mean on thing. It was a sure sign of attraction.

No. We breathe. We pulse. We regenerate. Our hearts beat. Our minds create. Our souls ingest. 37 seconds, well used, is a lifetime.

It'll be okay." She didn't know if it would be okay or not. She somehow doubted it, but what else was there to say?

There are a million things one might do with a block of wood. But what do you think might happen if someone, just once, believed in it?

Mrs. Reed grabbed Kayla's wrist. "Good. You haven't gotten that damned tattoo. Whatever you do, don't let them make you get it.

We humans can never claim to do nothing, we breath, we pulse, we regenerate.

Your life is an occasion. Rise to it.