“Do women always care about the size of their stomachs?""Til the day they die, son.""Will they ever know that we don't really care?""Do men always think everything is about them?" she mocks."Til the day they die, Gram." I wink at her.”

“Guys maybe flirting all day, but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about... - Till We Meet Again”

“Why do we always begin to think about people when they die? I think we should think about people while they're still alive! That way, they can know that we're thinking about them! I always tell people when I'm thinking about them, or that I thought about them, or that I have been thinking about them and it almost always scares them away, but so what, I am practicing the art of life and if that is frightening to them then maybe they need to start living while they're still alive!”

“My parents had always been so careful with me, until the day they decided I needed to die.”

“So we know she's safe and taken care of?" Daniel asked, and she nodded. "Good. Then why don't we do something that you want to do?""Like what?""I don't know. What do you like to do?""Um...." Her stomach rumbled, since crying always made her hungry. "I like eating breakfast.""That's so weird." Daniel grinned. "Because I like making French toast.""That works out, doesn't it?”

“Men died as she watched, and they didn't care about what they had fought for.”