“It kills me sometimes, how people die.”

“The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.”

“Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.”

“My arms are killing me. I didn't know words could be so heavy.”

“Why can’t the world hear? I ask myself. Within a few moments I ask it many times. Because it doesn’t care, I finally answer, and I know I’m right. It’s like I’ve been chosen. But chosen for...”

“She looks at the swings, and I can see she’s imagining what they’d look like if the kids weren’t there. The guilt of this holds her down momentarily. It appears to be there constantly. Never...”