Someone shouts, "Enough!" and I think too much and nothing at all.

Sometimes I forget that I can hurt you. That you are capable of being hurt

You don’t always have to smack people in the face with how strong you are

Some people will always fear change. But we can't indulge them.

I feel a thread tugging me again, but this time I know that it isn’t some sinister force dragging me toward death. This time I know it’s my mother's hand, drawing me into her arms. And I go gladly into her embrace.

That's why you like me!' I exclaim. 'Because you're not nice either! It makes so much more sense now.' 'Come on,' he says. 'We're going to see Johanna.' 'I like you, too.' 'That's encouraging,' he replies flatly. 'Come on. Oh for God's sake. I'll just carry you.

Don’t tell me you’re going to eat a mashed-potato sandwich