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How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust
and also to make you feel so whole?

there will be four evaluators staring at me for close to two hours.

It's as though the shadows were an ocean, and the tide has gone out leaving a barren, rigid landscape of empty streets.

I know I must look like a fish, standing there with my mouth gaping open, but I'm

It's worse than a disease. It's a poison.

What can I say about Trenton? A sad sprout of a human being, halfway between a boy and a broccoli.

So many things become beautiful when you really look.

There were always the birds

She felt as though, just for a second, she had understood something vastly important, had had a glimpse of it: love, pure and simple and undemanding.

not as pretty as in the pictures.

Fred is officially the mayor of Portland now.

We make reality our own, handle it until it is soft as pressed butter.

Scratching my way through minutes that feel like years, and years that have run by me like sand, like waste. But

He who falls from the sky may fall but he made also fly

I'm starved for different light, a different sun,different sky.

Because," she says, "I said so." I

It's funny, isn't it? When you are young you just want to be old, and then later you wish you could go back to being a kid.

He doesn't love me. He never loved me. All along, he's loved her.

I love you. They can't take it away.

That's all I want. Just you and me. Always.

Everyone just wasting time because they have so much of it to waste, minutes slipping by on who's with who and did you hear.

If people changed, it meant that she was allowed to change too. She could be different.
She could be happier.

Cassie asked too many questions.

Who the hell calls at two in the morning?"
"Maybe it's Matt Wilde, confessing his love," Lindsay says.
"Very funny,

That is all there is for me to do: listen, watch, stay quiet.

It was strange how once you saw a rat wearing clothes, it became slightly disgusting to imagine the animal naked.

Feelings aren't forever. Time waits for no one, but progress waits for man to enact it.

We will have to trust too-that the world won't end, that tomorrow will come, and that truth will come too.

I'd rather die my way than live yours.

Your mother loved you. Do you understand? She loved you. She still loves you. She wanted you to be safe.

What was the point of trying at all, if in the end you were no better, no longer, no more real than a bathroom sink and a rust stain?

That is the strangest thing about the world: how it looks so different from every point of view.

I didn't realize then what a privilege that was: to be bored with your best friend; to have time to waste.

He is my world and my world is him and without him there is no world.

For a moment, my heart aches for him. I should never have asked him to join me here; I should
never have asked him to cross.

I want to know." His words are a whisper, barely audible. "I want to know with you.

But the old Lena is dead too.
I buried her.
I left her beyond a fence, behind a wall of smoke and flame.

Certain stories must remain mine, so that there is a me to remain.

You can't tell me what to feel

I think dystopian futures are also a reflection of current fears.

the desire to see him, to kiss him again, to let him put his fingers in my hair - is a monstrous, constant, crawling feeling in my blood and bones. It

So are you going to be my knight in shining armor or what?'
Kent does a little bow. 'You know I can't resist a damsel in distress.

Stupid how the mind will try to distract itself.

This was what true fear was
that you could never know other people, not completely. That you were always just guessing blind.

God bless Dunkin' Donuts.

Everything ends, people move on, they don't look back. It's how they should be.

My mother had soft hands that smelled like soap, and a smile like the first bit of sunlight creeping over a trimmed lawn.

Let me tell you something about dying: it's not as bad as they says.
it's the coming-back-to-life part that hurts.

I hope she's alive. Even more, I believe.

I'm not sure whether he's looking for a frozen dinner or just taking advantage of the free cold air.

We're all hangmen.

If there is a God, I guess he has nothing to say about it. If there is a God, he must have gotten tired of watching a long time ago.

Just thinkin' about tomorrow clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow ... .

It is war now, and armies need symbols.

Everyone knows that only wishes that are kept secret will ever come true.

The kidnapping, the kiss. I brought him here, after all. I rescue him an pulled him into this new life, a life of freedom and feeling.

Tonight the man in the moon looks as though he's winking, or smirking: a moon with secrets.

It sounded like the world was ending.
But it wasn't.

Everything passed; that was partly why it was so beautiful. Things would get difficult. But that was okay too.

If you are one tardy away from missing out on a big competition, you should probably make your coffee at home.

If you want something, if you take it for your own, you'll always be taking it from someone else.

This woman who wants to lead a revolution for love and doesn't even acknowledge her own daughter

I am now officially married to Fred Hargrove. Nothing will ever be the same.

It's so good I could cry, and Sarah actually does cry, sitting and sobbing in front of her plate.

The rules of Panic are simple. Anyone can enter. But only one person will win.

Until, one day, she wasn't.

At night I sleep dreamlessly. In the mornings I wake to fog.

Roses are red, violets are blue, if I get you in bed, it would be really cool.

[S]he'd realized that he had loved her only because she belonged to him.

We are free to choose.

I love you. Remember. And someday, I will find you again.

Everyone you trust, everyone you think you can count on, will eventually disappoint you.

It's the way he says my name: like music.

Old words; words that nearly brought me to my knees. Live free or die

We're standing in the middle of a graveyard. Alex

The way I figure it, life's the sum total of all our small mistakes, little tragedies, bad choices.

Sometimes I feel like she deserves a best friend who is just a little more special.

People need other people to feel things for them," she said. "It gets lonely to feel things all by yourself.

For the first time in my life I've done something for me and by choice and not because somebody told me it was good or bad.

Into hate, into refusal, against hope and without fear

As we walk I can hear the barrel of his gun, slapping against his thigh.

I wonder idly how long i can go without sleep before I flip my shit and start running down the street in my underwear, hallicinating purple spiders.

You don't know shit about me, I don't know shit about you. You don't even know shit about you.

You broke my heart.
I fell for you and you broke my heart.
Period, done, end of story.

That's the way I feel, at least: like there's a real me and a reflection of me, and I have no way of telling which is which.

I don't know which is worse: that I'm home and so much is different, or that I'm home and so much feels the same.

snakelike hiss, undulating,

It is as though he has just recognized me. Then his eyes continue to sweep, and my heart comes hammering back to my ribs. I'm just being paranoid.

You see, we didn't know.

Power isn't free. Energy isn't free. It has to be earned.

I'm sure I look like a disaster, red-faced and wild-eyed and close to hysterical - I

That's when you really lose people, you know.When the pain passes.

There's a metaphor in that somewhere - like all of life is about ending up somewhere you didn't expect, and learning to just be happy with it.

He winks at me. At

That was the problem with the outside world, the human world. The whole thing was made up puzzles, of a language she didn't quite speak.

He looked at me like I was beautiful.

They told us that love was a disease. They told us it would kill us in the end.

Mistake, mistake, mistake. A strange word: stinging, somehow.

so I can get paired.

Their eyes were flat, incurious, and old- impossibly old, as though instead of looking forward, their eyes saw back to a distant past.