Inside every believe, there's a lie.
I would have remembered the good stuff. Nobody ever remembers the good stuff.
Committing suicide so as not to be murdered is the worst reason I've ever heard of to die.
As usual, no one's ever around when you need them.
I'd never seen that look on another face before, had never identified it in another person. I'd only met with it in fiction. But everyone falls in love with Holden Caulfield when they're sixteen. They read Catcher in the Rye and don't feel so alone.
There's a big difference between being alone and being lonely. And I'm guessing that once you've discovered this distinction you can't go back to solitary confinement without serious emotional repercussions.