Lately I've been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together.

It was no coincidence, that fear could move a person to extremes, just as seamlessly as love. They were the conjoined twins of emotion: If you didn't know what was at stake to lose, you had nothing to fight for.

Although you hadn't asked why, it had less to do with you not noticing than with you not wanting to hear the answer.

Cara: I used to believe everything my brother told me, because he was older and I figured he knew more about the world. But as it turns out, being a grown-up doesn't mean you're fearless. It just means you fear different things.

How can you enjoy life if you spend every minute fearing the end of it?