What was the point of finding something worth living for if my life was no longer in my own hands?

In the moment I faced dying, I finally knew my reason for living.

I tell him there'll be an army waiting for him, and your friend is only concerned with the color of their uniforms. What's this really about?"Max shrugged. "A girl."I glared at Max. "Dude. Shut up.

How are you still sane?""Who says I am? I only stopped asking myself the escape question when the walls started to answer me."Shit.

If the eye really was a muscle, I had pulled it long ago.

Imagine others complexly.

Every ghost has a story. Monsters are nothing without mythology.

Only an 'almost,' a 'nearly,' is possible.

I don't have the capacity to write stuff consciously. When I do, it's really awful.

I drive these brothers crazy I do it on the daily They treat me really nicely They buy me all these ices

The simple man, baby, pays for the thrills, the bills, and the pills that kill.

She's been through growing up without a mother & makes my heart all of a sudden.

To make advice agreeable, try paradox or rhyme.

There is something almost cruel about the Christian's being placed in a world which in every way wants to pressure him to do the opposite of what God bids him to do.

I was perfect- not healed, but as if there had never been a wound in the first place