Do you know how to tell who the enemy is, Cassie?.

The kid who didn't go back when he should have and now goes back when he shouldn't. The kid called Zombie, who made a promise, and if he breaks that ….

God doesn't call the equipped, son. God equips the called. And you have been called..

The beautiful wooden board on a stand in my father's study. The gleaming ivory pieces. The stern king. The haughty queen. The noble knight. The pious….

Perhaps that is our doom, our human curse, to never really know one another..

Tampons. I’m constantly worrying about my stash and if I’ll be able to find more..

And no answer when we sent our message. Something like, "Hello, welcome to Earth. Hope you enjoy your stay. Please don't kill us..

Time for the world to end..

Dr. Warthrop chopped off my finger with a butcher knife..

And in more than half the pictures, she isn't looking at the camera; she's looking at him. Not the way I would look at Ben Parish, all squishy around….

When you look death in the eye and death blinks first, nothing seems impossible..

And red is not the color of apples or roses or the dresses that pretty girls wear in the summertime. That is not the color of red at all..

Some things you can never leave behind. They don't belong to the past. They belong to you..

The spring rains woke the dormant tillers, and bright green shoots sprang from the moist earth and rose like sleepers stretching after a long nap. As….

I am the one, Not Running, Not Staying, But FACING.

I have a very low tolerance for boredom and often think I would have missed out on books entirely if Id grown up in the Internet and video game age. ….

Nothing makes us love something more than the loss of it..

Hold on tight, Sam." He puts me in a choke hold. "Ahhh," I gasp. "Not that tight..

Because we will die, but at least we will die unbroken..

What doesn't kill us sharpens us. Hardens us. Schools us. You're beating plowshares into swords, Vosch. You are remaking us. We are the clay, and you….

Memories can bring comfort to the old and infirm, but memories can also be implacable foes, a malicious army of temporal ghosts forever pillaging the….