Cecily White

I firmly believe that life is made up of moments. Some are significant, and some are disposable. Some sit at the edge of your awareness and taunt you when you're trying to sleep, and others fade into the background noise of life. But every moment, no matter how small, has the potential to create or destroy you.

It's a discomfiting thing to have the person you love more than anything in the world toss a knife at your friend's head and walk away.

Love is not a justification for war. Anyone who uses it as such doesn't know squat about being human.

You give frequent flyer miles with that guilt trip?

Let's run away.""To where?" "Alaska." "What's in Alaska?" "No clue," I whispered. "Find out with me.

I frowned at him. "Isn't sarcasm the opiate of the masses?""You're thinking of religion," he replied. "Sarcasm is the Xanax of the morally bereft.

Death is a lot like prom - loud, overdone, and although the guy you came with was cool, you never know who'll end up taking you home.

As my laughter faded, he shot me an amused glance. "You should laugh more often. It's far less nauseating than your speaking voice." "That may be the nicest thing you've ever said to me." "Don't let it go to your head.