I'm alone. And I'm crying. And no one is coming to the crib. And the nightlight has burned out. And I'm mad. I'm so mad. Left frontal lobe. I...I...I don't feel so good. Left occipital lobe. I... don't remember where...Left… — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
“Picking locks was not a skill he had ever cultivated, but he persisted day after day, turning the tip of his talon into different… — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
“If you come anywhere near my daughter, I will see to it that you are taken apart piece by bloody piece. Do I make… — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
Dead kids are put on pedestals, but mentally ill kids get hidden under the rug. — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
“The fear of not living is a deep, abiding dread of watching your own potential decompose into irredeemable disappointment when “should be” gets crushed… — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
That's wisdom you can take to the grave, and dig up when you need it! — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
“And you know the darkness beyond despair, just as intimately as you know the soaring heights. Because in this and all universes, there is… — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
“while an adult could rarely be universally loved, everyone could love the right kid.” — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
“It's like art, you know? Picasso had to prove to the world he can paint the right way, before he goes putting both eyes… — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
The way I see it, the impossible happens all the time; but we're so good at taking it for granted, we forget it was… — Neal Shusterman Copy Share Image
