That kind of love should've been able to beat sickness. That kind of love should've conquered anything.

Memories, even bittersweet ones, are better than nothing.

My heart cracked. Daemon never begged.

Your mail could've waited." Daemon followed me into the kitchen. "What is it? Just books?"Grabbing the OJ from the fridge, I sighed. People who didn't heart books didn't understand.

Daemon pressed his forehead against mine. "Oh, I still want to strangle you. But I'm insane. You're crazy. Maybe that's why. We just make crazy together.

I understood books. I did not understand boys—especially alien boys.

Strange how something good can come from something horrible.

There were always choices. I’d made a string of bad ones myself. At least I could admit that.

But I'm insane. You're crazy. Maybe that's why, We can just make crazy together.

Now I was nothing but a shade of grey - my moral compass ambiguous.

That's the funny thing about trying to escape. You never really can. Maybe temporarily, but not completely.

Coincidences happen, but only once

it's a lot easier to be lost than found.

That which is common to the greatest number has the least care bestowed upon it.

I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.

I recreate myself; that is my only power.

A game is a system in which players engage in an artificial conflict, defined by rules, that results in a quantifiable outcome.

I'm never gonna step away from stand-up. I can't. That's what got me where I am, and that's also my muse. That's how I stay level-headed. That's what keeps me going.

The whole youth-idolatry oh-god-not-another-birthday thing has to be the most sure-fire way to be unhappy about the way things are progressing in your life.

Who has a harder fight than he who is striving to overcome himself.

There never has been a culture since this world began in which a New Testament Christian could feel at home.