I know you don’t understand, but sometimes we have to go back to go forward,” he says.

I don’t give sick days if you’re playing in the snow.” He’s being funny, or trying to be funny. I can never tell which.

At this point, I realize: He is making a monster of me.

I’ll rid the world of each one of you,” he whispered. “Every single one…

There’s an innocence to her still that amazes me. Sometimes I forget she’s older than me. Then, I remember that she hasn’t gone through what I’ve gone through.

Who am I kidding? This isn’t a fairy tale. It’s my life.

This world isn’t a fair place, because we never know how much time we’ve really got.