All I want is to become someone new. In this case, Tobias Johnson, son of Evelyn Johnson. Tobias Johnson may have lived a dull and empty life, but he is at least a whole person, not this fragment of a person that I am, too damaged by pain to become anything useful.

Sometimes,” he says, sliding his arm across my shoulders, “people just want to be happy, even if it’s not real.

Grabbing hold of facts in the midst of shock is very Erudite of him.

Becoming fearless isn't the point. That's impossible. It's learning how to control your fear, and how to be free from it.

All three combined is...a different kind of stupid formerly unheard of by humankind.

She can't possibly be me, though she moves when I move

I can't tell him I need him. I can't need him, period -- or really, we can't need each other, because who knows how long either of us will last in this war?