Catch Me

Dying for someone is easy." J.T. murmured now; as if reading my mind."Living for yourself, that's hard.

Dying for someone is easy,” J.T. murmured now, as if reading my mind. “Living for yourself—that’s hard. But you gotta do it, Charlie. Honor yourself. Defend yourself. Fight for yourself.

Maybe what most of us feared wasn’t dying, but dying alone. Without ever really touching. Without ever really connecting. Having inhabited this earth, but without leaving any impression on it.

The little girl woke up the way she'd been trained: quickly and quietly.

That’s a central life question, don’t you think? Do you regret the things you did, or the things never done?

I guess. There were over a hundred and fifty kids in our class, so we definitely knew more than just each other.

You gotta love New Englanders. We can take anything we don’t want to face, whitewash it resiliently into a faint echo of itself, then simply lock it away.

Leave it to Massachusetts to create a gun policy so paranoid that even when you took the proper legal steps no one believed you.

elementary school. I’d worked hard to find the apartment, hoping that a nice unit,