You're staring," Lana said. "Yes. I am. I'm a teenage boy. Beautiful girls in wet underwear have a tendency to cause staring in teenage boys.
I don’t care what your excuse is, I don’t care what you think God told you to do, if you are in the business of closing children’s minds and obliterating their capacity to imagine, and depriving them of a capacity to laugh, then you are a crimi...
The end is the best part of any story
And then the turbines generate electricity that goes into the whole town." "You mean they aren't powered by giant hamsters on wheels? I was misinformed.
But when reality was hopeless, fantasy became more and more necessary.
Fear wasn't about what made sense. Fear was about possibilities. Not things that happened. Things that might.
Fear was about possibilities. Not things that had happened. Things that might
Guilt was a fascinating thing: it seemed not to weaken over time. If anything it grew stronger as the circumstances faded from memory, as the fear and the necessity became abstract. And only her own actions stood out with crystal clarity.
Sam, there comes a time when the world no longer needs heroes. And then the true hero knows to walk away.
You can't be trapped by other people, you can only be trapped by your own fear. Defy and win.
They said a lot of things to each other that night, but nothing that involved words.
If there was ever an example for redemption, it's you.
People are idiots, Choo. Always remmber that: people are faithless, backstabbing, weak, creepy, stupid, lazy idiots.
That's right. Endgame. The FAYZ barrier is coming down; at least that's my bet. But there's also a ninety percent chance you and me both end up dead. Ten percent chance we both actually get out alive. In which case we end up sharing a cell somewhere....
Caine erupted in disbelieving laughter. "Yeah, that'll do it. 'I'm just a kid, Your Honor!' Hah. They'll have to find a few scapegoats, and guess who it will be? You and me, surfer boy. You and me.
I’m sorry for hurting you. I know I did. I’m most likely dead now, and I guess if there’s any kind of fairness in the afterlife I’m probably in hell getting roasted. But if that’s where I am, I want you to know, I still love you. Always did...
Still Caine hesitated. A big, warm bed. A beautiful girl to share it with. Food. Water. Everything he needed, just a few miles away on the island. The logical, rational answer was obvious. "Which is why the world stays messed up," Caine said under hi...
