Which means that in order to defeat her, I have to think of a way to defeat myself. And how can I be a better fighter than myself, if she knows the same strategies I know, and is exactly as resourceful and clever as I am?

Sometimes, the best way to help someone is just to be near them.

Human reason can excuse any evil; that is why it's so important that we don't rely on it.

I figured I would shoot the bullets out of my nostrils, so I left [the gun] upstairs.

I decide to do what I always do when I'm not sure what's going on: I act like everyone else.

His hand touches my waist, steadies me. The touch sends a shock through my body, and all my insides burn like his fingers ignited them. I pull close to him, pressing my body against his, and lift my head to kiss him.

We're all right, you know,' he says quietly. 'You and me. Okay?' My chest aches, and I nod. 'Nothing else is all right.' His whisper tickles my cheek. 'But we are.