I think we are bound to, and by, nature. We may want to deny this connection and try to believe we control the external world, but every time there's a snowstorm or drought, we know our fate is tied to the world around us

My mother, Abra, had taught me that all people are made from the same dust. When our days here are gone, all men and women enter the same garden.

He wanted pain, I saw that in him, and what a man wants he will often manage to find.

Be careful what you wish for. I know that for a fact. Wishes are brutal, unforgiving things. They burn your tongue the moment they're spoken and you can never take them back.

I love fairy tales and feel very affected by them.

I didn’t want to be prideful anymore. I wanted to be as hard as and brittle as the stones I carted into the woods. Stones that could not feel or cry or see. I wished not to feel anything at all. In no time, what I wished for, I became.

It's not finding what's lost, it's understanding what you've found.