“Once I started I couldn’t put it down. It was so addictive . . . like a train wreck.”

“Once I began a book, I couldn’t put it down. It was like an addiction; I read while I ate, on the train, in bed until late at night, in school, where I’d keep the book hidden so I could read during class. But I had almost no desire to talk with anyone about the experience I gained through books and music. I felt happy just being me and no one else.”

“It was so addictive...like a train wreck.""A train wreck," he repeats, disbelieving."You know---you don't really want to see blood and destruction and death because you know it'll haunt you forever, but at the same time you can't look away?”

“So basically you're just a fucking train wreck?" she joked."I prefer conflicted," I corrected.”

“Love will wreck your heart like a derailed train. So choo-choose your partner wisely.”

“One train wreck at a time, I always say.”