Impulse (Impulse, #1)

by Ellen Hopkins

Memory is a tenuous thing, like a rainbow’s end or a camera with a failing lens.

Does wanting to die equal losing your mind?

Maybe crazy is preferable to staying strong when you just want to break down and weep. But big boys don’t cry. Do they?

“ ’Cause personally, I’m both fucked-up and misunderstood. Can’t somebody get me, please?”

God had a plan, and it didn’t include wangs in bung holes.

It’s tough, being a hostile presence in a more hostile land, he said one time. You do what ya gotta do to stay alive. And you trust your instinct.

Life isn’t fair, and luck? That is something you create.

I think God cares more about how you treat others than who you sleep with.