The Moon Dwellers

My dad used to say the definition of stupidity was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. Or maybe that was the definition of crazy.

I don't particularly like confrontation. Unfortunately, confrontation seems to like me quite a lot.

Sometimes it's best to hide in plain sight.

You'll learn far more by listening than you ever will by speaking.

The beauty of physical pain is that it wipes out the other forms of pain.

Sometimes, girls, you have to hit your lowest low just before you hit your highest high. It makes you appreciate the good things so much more.

Pain is the great equalizer, the cure to mental anguish, the antidote for a hopeful heart.

I haven't done anything, except be born.

There are some things more important than your own life. Like friendship, and love, and trust, and goodness.

He throws his hands up in a request for mercy, I'm not in the mood so I stab him in the heart.

No beast of reality, or creature of imagination, is as terrible as mankind. Or as loving. It’s a contradiction. I’ve always liked contradictions. Today I see both sides of the coin unveiled in gruesome and beautiful imagery, captured by my eyes and filed away in my mind, like still shots taken by a world-renowned photographer.

I find that the less emotion I put into life, the less the past seems to hurt.

It's like my mind knows to stay as far away from him as possible... but my bones, my skin quiver in his presence.

It's like she was metal and I was a magnet, Roc. But at the same time it felt like someone had shoved an electric wire into my skin and was frying me from the inside. It hurt like hell. No, worse than hell, Roc. And yet, somehow across the distance, through the fence, over the mob of people, I felt a pull to her, even though I knew it would hurt me to be closer to her. I probably would have just let it go, chalked it up to male hormones, but then when she acted so strong, pushed that guy... I don't know, since then I can't get her out of my mind.

My brain is telling me to stop staring at him, but for some reason I can't. It's almost... instinct... to keep on looking at him.

the old woman is talking to herself. In between speaking to us, she’s saying things like, “A finger for breakfast, a hand for lunch, an ear for dinner, munch, munch, munch!

I don’t think kids should be judged by what their stupid parents do.

No beast of reality, or creature of imagination, is as terrible as mankind.

the definition of stupidity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result.

They can never hope to fight for equality if the very weapons they have to fight are not equal.