“I'm sixteen with what I hope will be a long life ahead, but I'm willing to give it up, to give anything to let her live, to let her make it through the night.” — Travis Thrasher Copy Share Image
“Things like this don't happen back in Libertyville, Illinois. You don't get lost in the woods behind your house. You don't get trapped inside a fortress-like wall ten feet tall.” — Travis Thrasher Copy Share Image
“Maybe I'll buy a camera and videotape myself 'a la Paranormal Activity style. Then I'll be able to watch myself sleepwalking and getting up… — Travis Thrasher Copy Share Image
“If you knew the world was about to end, what would you say? Or maybe the question should be, if this world was going… — Travis Thrasher Copy Share Image
“I want to cry. Like a serious mushy cry a middle-school girl might do after her favorite vampire couple has a baby or something.” — Travis Thrasher Copy Share Image
“I'll be taking a two-hour after-school class twice a week for seven and a half weeks. After those thirty hours of classroom time, which will bring me to the end of March, I'll need six hours behind the wheel. And then and only then will I be able to drive. I do the math in my mind as I speed… — Travis Thrasher Copy Share
“Was she always that friendly?" I joke. "She saw Robert. At least I got that out of her." "Maybe she buried him in the backyard." "Stop." "Did you smell it in there?" "Yes." "That wasn't a normal smell. That wasn't the sort of something's-gone-bad-in-the-garbage smell. That was the sort of Dahmer-next-door smell." "Stop it." "I'm serious," I say. "It's probably… — Travis Thrasher Copy Share
“There's no light bulb lit. I half wonder if there's any power to light one. "Aunt Alice?" A round goblin comes out of the… — Travis Thrasher Copy Share Image
“Part of me doesn't even know if we're together. I mean, we are-she likes me, and I want to run off to Mexico with… — Travis Thrasher Copy Share Image
“She believes that going too far is wrong. Yet she's not trying to prove her point; she's just living it out.” — Travis Thrasher Copy Share Image
“What?" I ask. I don't get anything about this day. Everything is just off. "Are you sure?" "Am I sure where I live? Yeah.… — Travis Thrasher Copy Share Image
“We eventually come to a one-story house that looks as though it's on its way to becoming one with the forest surrounding it. "Seriously?"… — Travis Thrasher Copy Share Image
“You spend long moments worrying and wondering only to see the wash up on the shore of a sea of wasted hours. Only to… — Travis Thrasher Copy Share Image
“These pieces of you, imperfectly sewn and patched all over, blur by like a blinding pitch” — Travis Thrasher Copy Share Image
