If I let a little of the emotion out, all of it will come out, and it will never end.

Sleep,” he says. “I'll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you.” “With what?” “My bare hands, obviously.

Desperation can make a person do surprising things.

She taught me all about real sacrifice. That it should be done from love, not misplace disgust for another person's genetics.

Four sits down on the edge of the carousel, leaning against a plastic horse's foot. His eyes lift to the sky, where there are no stars, only a round moon peking through a thin layer of clouds. The muscles in his arms are relaxed; his hand rests on the back of his neck. He looks almost comfortable, holding that gun to his shoulder. I close my eyes briefly. Why does he distract me so easily? I need to focus.

It must require bravery to be honest all the time.

Fear doesn't shut you down; it wakes you up