We’re the ones who arent normal. People are supposed to be like that: obedient, calm, working together. It’s us-who can’t focus, who can’t work together, who can’t do the Feeder or Shipper jobs-we’re the ones who aren’t normal. We’re the ones who have to take the mental meds just so we don’t go loons.

I want her so much that it overrides everything else, every other thought in my head, every instinct, every restraint.

She holds the brightly colored wires in her hand. “Well, that did the trick,” she says, smiling.

It’s always in the rain...

I can see, for just a moment, his beating heart in his ribcage, and then that, too, withers and dies, the useless, blackened lump tapping against his ribs before plopping out of his body.

I never knew how easy it is to escape if you don’t mind leaving nearly everything behind.

The simple truth is that power isn’t control at all – power is strength, and giving that strength to others.

It’s not selfish to be yourself and pursue your dreams.

You never know. Something small and broken really can be powerful.

If you love someone – deeply, in as true a way as you can – you will get hurt. People leave us and love falls apart, and when it does, it hurts. It should hurt. How can you not hurt when what you love is gone?