Noise and activity are the refuges of the bereaved and the guilty.

Cruelty does not make a person dishonest, the same way bravery does not make a person kind.

I get the strange urge to hit my head against the wall. Other people's sobs make me feel uncomfortable.

I was so afraid that we would just keep colliding over and over again if we stayed together, and that eventually the impact would break me. But now I know I am like the blade and he is like the whetstone- I am too strong to break so easily, and I become better, sharper, every time I touch him.

It's Not sacrifice if it's someone else's life you're giving away, it's just evil.

Life damages us, every one. We can't escape that damage.

Caleb runs up to me and folds me carefully in his arms. I breathe a sigh of relief. I thought I had gotten to the point where I didn’t need my brother anymore, but I don’t think such a point actually exists.