Do I really have to find a word for it? Can't it just be what it is?

How the things that hold us are only as strong as the faith we have in them-you go on the bridge because you trust it will not fall the fingers will clasp because we trust them to.

What's the point of all this magic, if no one really knows how to use it? But I guess the same could be said about life. Which is another form of magic, only less showy.

I am a drifter, and as lonely as that can be, it is also remarkably freeing. I will never define myself in terms of anyone else.

This is the power of a kiss: It does not have the power to kill you. But it has the power to bring you to life.

The day it happened, the week after it happened-those were not times I wanted to go back to. How I felt like I was trapped in a chamber of my own noise. Sitting in class and not being there at all. Sitting in a chair and fragmenting at the same time. Clutching to the random facts. Thinking the concept of a fact was itself a fiction. Because we live in a blur. All of us live in a blur.

My peers are my role models, and my role models are my peers. Which is extraordinary.

What's gone is gone.

Dead is dead. For whatever reason. And in choice between life and death, there is no other choice.