Hazel screamed at the top of her lungs, but it was a scream of delight. For the first time in her life-in her two lives-she felt absolutely unstoppable.

But too much love is poison, especially when that love is not returned

Have you completely made up for all the bad things you've done? No. But you keep adding to the good things column. That's all any of us can do.

The people who deserved to die took forever to do so. Those who deserved to live always went too soon.

I figure the universe is basically like a machine. I don't know who made it, if it was the Fates or the gods or capital-G God or whatever. But it chugs along the way it's supposed to most of the time. Sure, little pieces break and stuff goes haywire once in a while, but mostly... things happen for a reason. Like you and me meeting

Life is precious because it ends. Take it from a god. You mortals don’t know how lucky you are.

Is it fair your life burns so short and bright? Death had asked. "No such thing as fair," Frank told himself. "If I'm going to burn, it might as well be bright.

Only the fire of life can melt the chains of death.