“i felt ashamed. i stared down at the ground and stood very still and very quietly.”
“Cal's fingers tightened on mine, and my heart thumped in response. The library felt very quiet and very still around us. "You'll feel it.”
“I’m me, and at the same time not me. That’s what it felt like. A very still, quiet feeling.”
“I looked down at the reaper's blood on my hands, and I felt very sad.”
“I was lying there on the floor, feeling a cold draft tiptoe down the hall and into the living room, and all of a sudden I felt very, very lonely.”
“Everyone dies, honey," I said, very quietly. "Everyone. There's no 'if.' There's only 'when.'" I let that sink in for a moment. "When you die, do you want to feel ashamed of what you've done with your life? Feel ashamed of what your life meant?”