So you try to think of someone else you're mad at, and the unavoidable answer pops into your little warped brain: everyone.

That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in.

That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in. Kaeleigh wants to believe in me. I am her twin, forever alive inside her. And when she needs me, I am always here.

Love means holding on to someone just as hard as you can because if you don't, one blink and they might disappear...forever.

Words have power. The power to soothe. The power to skewer someone through the heart. The power to render someone speechless.

What's the point of being a hero when everyone thinks you're a villain?

Sometimes the little things in life mean the most.

One foot in front of the other, counting tiles on the floor so I don't have to focus the blur of painted smiles, fake faces.

Her smile is like summer moonlight-beautiful and magical, with a fire that could melt the night.

Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they're pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet.

I know he wants to get serious. He's definitely not a player, not a poser, not a loser, not a user.

A grief travels with us as far as we carry it.

I saw the bathroom fixtures as a kind of American Trinity.

Charm strikes the sight, but merit wins the soul.

I have absolutely no desire and no thought of quitting ever.

I'd kind of expected that kids who knew about the Real World wouldn't act like jock dipwads. Guess I was wrong.

We have bodies coming home and coffins covered in flags, not just in the UK but world-wide.

I cannot believe there is a god who punishes and rewards, for I see honest folk unlucky, and rogues unlucky.

A dyslexic man walks into a bra.

Love, therefore, and tongue-tied simplicity In least speak most, to my capacity.