We’re bound by chains of love, but they don’t weigh us down. Instead, they allow us to be bigger and better than we are.

What was the good of having such a fine home if you weren't willing to fight for it?

I never knew I had the power to hurt him, only that he possessed the power to hurt me.

So I make no effort to hide my pain. I don’t ever put it all on display like this—but for today and all the rest of the days of the trial, I must. My every flinch, every flicker of pain, will be magnified a hundred times over, then dissected by the pundits and talking heads. But I’m told it’s necessary; the world needs to see me vulnerable and wounded. I cannot appear not to care or to lack remorse, but that removes a crucial component of my self- defense mechanism and leaves me bleeding for all the world to see. I suppose that’s rather the point.

Before he bent his head, I knew what he was going to do. Touch his lips to mine. Oh, and I wanted him to... I stilled, hardly daring to breathe. The old refrain of cant and shouldn't sank beneath the weight of new worlds like please and yes.

People try to make sense of things, and if they don’t know the answers, they make them up,because for some, a wrong answer is better than none.

There’s a hollow where he used to be, and it echoes with self-imposed loss.