Natalie

“On Christmas morning, Dustin knocked on my door. “Miss Winters,” he said cheerfully. “Breakfast.”
I didn’t move. My parents were dead. My boyfriend was dead. My grandfather had a mysterious hidden room that had books about the walking dead—which is what I knew I would feel like if I attempted to stand up.
“I don’t feel well,” I said meekly, and rolled over.”
― Yvonne Woon, Dead Beautiful

“I now understood that real secrets were lonely. They planted themselves inside of you and expanded, until you felt like that was all you were-a lonely little secret, isolated in your experiences.”
― Yvonne Woon, Life Eternal

“How do you measure someone’s life? By the scope of their accomplishments, or the number of people they’ve touched, or by the width of a hand? None of it seemed fair. None of it seemed like enough.”
― Yvonne Woon, Life Eternal

“That John Coffey whose eyes were always streaming tears, like blood from a wound that can never heal.”
― Stephen King, The Green Mile