"Tomorrow." she says, a little less than a promise, and a little more than a chance.
The devil doesn't make anyone do anything. People just do things and blame the devil after.
If you stare at the center of the universe, there is a coldness there. A blankness. Ultimately, the universe doesn't care about us. Time doesn't care about us. That's why we have to care about each other.
I bought this one because it was $10 and sounded interesting. It's a YA book, which isn't my usual type, but it was good and I cried at the end.