My Lungs Sucked At Being Lungs.

She Was Nothing But Good And I Was Nothing But Bad, But Then She Died, And I Didn't.

He Really Was Beautiful. I Know Boys Aren’t Supposed To Be, But He Was.

The Darkest Nights Produce The Brightest Stars.

...whatever You're Worried About, You're Bigger Than The Worries.

Colin Emphatically Pushed The Book Cover Shut When He Finished Reading. "did You Like It?" His Dad Asked. "yup," Colin Said. He Liked All Books, Because He Liked The Mere Act Of Reading, The Magic Of Turning Scratches On A Page Into Words Inside His Head.