I'm Not A Reader Of Young Adult

He Hated To Think Of His Own Life Stretching Ahead Of Him That Way, A Long Succession Of Days And Nights That Were Fine - Not Good, Not Bad, Not Great, Not Lousy, Not Exciting, Not Anything.

There Are Moments That Stop The Heart, That Catch The Breath, That Halt The Beat Of Blood In Your Veins, And You Are Suspended In Time, Held Between Life And Death, And You Wait For Something To Bring You Back Again.

They Don't Actually Want You To Do Your Own Thing, Not Unless It's Their Thing Too.

It's Amazing That The Heart Makes No Noise When It Cracks.

...pain Reaches A Certain Point And Does Not Get Worse But Remains In All Its Intensity And You Can Survive It.