Maymoonah

“Some guys get fifteen years, others get life.
So death for Ed
but not for everyone.

Cos it all depends on who you kill and where you kill them too.

Like,
don't shoot a white cop in Walker Country, Texas. If that's your plan, do it in Arlington, New York- no needles of electric chairs there.

Just doesn't seen fair to me.”
― Sarah Crossan, Moonrise

“What he would become. But he had a plan, didn't he? Several plans, depending on the contingencies. But each plan had the same ending--it was just a matter of how he got there. He would last for as long as he needed to write what he needed in that journal. Something about that simple, empty little book, waiting to be filled. It had given him a purpose, a spark, a winding course to ensure the last days of his life had reason and meaning. A mark, left on the world. He would write all the sanity he could muster out of his head before it was taken over by its opposite.”
― James Dashner, Crank Palace

“He tore it out and sat down to write a message. Pen was almost to paper when he stalled, as if he'd had the perfect thing to say but it floated out of his mind like vanished smoke. Sighing, he itched with irritation.”
― James Dashner, Crank Palace

“Dawn seemed to come late the next day, as if the sun had decided to sleep in, the sky wrapped in gray clouds, the threat of rain heavy and imminent.”
― James Dashner, Crank Palace