But I know that I'm not who I was supposed to be. Who I could have been. And I know it's because I was too afraid for too long.

There is nothing in this world that I want or need, but you.

Sometimes the people who mean you harm, are the ones that say they love you.

Zach found himself remembering something he'd heard Soledad and Leo saying the previous night, about healing. That it was mysterious. That it took time. And that Lucy was just at the beginning. That a terrible thing had happened - two terrible things, really - but they were now over. And that Lucy would be okay, in the end.

Always remember: In the end, the surviver gets to tell the story.

Anyone in this world can have the power of life and death over someone else. It's horrible, but true. All you need to do is take it. And once you have -- there is no going back. (The Killer's Cousin)

Besides, Southerners are hospitable. They'll probably offer me lemonade. Excuse me? You're going to sit on a porch and drink lemonade while I plow a swamp with a goat's horn? Yes, ma'am. And I aim to wear my seamless shirt while you do it.

I think you have a right to whine. Honestly, Lucy. We all have the right to whine when life gets tough.

MATTHEW'S RULES OF SURVIVAL 1. Sometimes, the people who mean you harm are the ones who say they love you. 2. Fear is your friend. When you feel it, act. 3. Protect the little ones. 4. If you coped before, you can cope now. 5. Always remember: In the end, the survivor gets to tell the story.

You can be special without being extraordinary.

Was true love when you wanted to slap someone and kiss him madly at the same time?

But just now, he'd gotten on his knees and proposed marriage, like in a television commercial for a diamond ring. Except of course they had the roll of duct tape instead, which, when you came to think about it, was a far more practical item. Such a bad mistake it would be, to embark on marriage and adult life without a nice supply of duct tape.

Nothing that had happened in the past could be taken away. This was an amazing gift. The past was done and over and settled you couldn't get it back, but still, whatever good you had gotten from it, spiritually, emotionally, would be yours for your lifetime.

Music links us humans, heart to heart...Across time and space, and life and death.

It was any outcast's nightmare. If I looked carefully, I suspected I might find it beneath the black paint of the small acrylic by the window.

From all of us Scarborough girls, greetings and thanks. This task required two, working together, trusting each other. It required the us, not the I. For that is true love, is it not?

It is absolutely okay with me if you need to keep some secrets. I've been thinking about this and I decided that a best friend is someone who, when they don't understand, they still understand.