Death always wins.

You're a dream. Like everything else.

You yourself could be nothing more than a shadow, someone else’s dream who is, themselves, someone else’s.

The more this guy talked, the more he sounded like a fortune cookie.

She never answered. She couldn’t. All she could do was stare, reaching toward him with her gaze alone, pulling him to drown in the sorrow of those depthless black pools.

Painted faces laughed. It was like a mad carnival where everyone was oblivious, lost in the bliss of chaos, a throng unaware of a bomb planted beneath thefloorboards.

Just because I wear black and keep a private journal, that doesn't mean I'm going to blow up the school. Or terrorize mindless cheerleaders, for that matter.

Embrace the possibility of a fulfilled dream.

She was partial to the tie. Not too long ago he did unspeakable things to her with that tie.

But before he could either comfort me or commit further acts of violence upon my person, I spun away from him and made my drama queen moment complete by running away.

The social side of Washington was to be taken for granted as three-fourths of existence. Politics and reform became the detail, and waltzing the profession

My dad's idea of a good time is to go to Sears and walk around.

I'm not really a career person; I'm a gardener, basically.

Left eyebrow raised, right eyebrow raised.

You ought to try being cruel to some people.

She was becoming sad. There is no joy involved in following others' expectations of yourself

Just start. You will learn so many lessons just by doing.