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.

You're a dream. Like everything else.

Death always wins.

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.

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.

I was not 15 anymore, and choices no longer had that same clear, bright edge to them.

Look upward to himLook to him for everythingLook to him for answersLook to him for a listening ear

And we'll call you...hmmm. Pudge.""Huh?""Pudge, " the Colonel said. "Because you're skinny. It's called irony, Pudge. Heard of it? Now, let's go get some cigarettes and start this year off right.

The foolish and the dead alone never change their opinion.

Life is too short to do the things you don't love doing.

If a book is really good, it deserves to be read again, and if it's great, it should be read at least three times.

Our actual Friends are but distant relations of those to whom we are pledged.

Treachery, though at first very cautious, in the end betrays itself.

I don't do this to be healthy, I do this to get big muscles.

How's it going down there?" "It's weird. They're too polite, they talk funny, and stuff has too much shine on it. But the coffee's worse than Central's, so that's something.