There is no such thing as no choice. There is always a choice. The only question is whether it's a bearable one.

You went and broke our lives. You are so much worse than a cheater. You killed something. And you killed it when its back was turned.

I had made it somewhere special, and I'd gotten there all on my own. Nobody had given it to me. Nobody had told me to do it. I'd climbed and climbed and climbed, and this was my reward. To watch over the world, and to be alone with myself. That, I found, was what I needed.

I saw his scars - the visible ones-and saw how breaking him had not made him any less beautiful. If anything, he stood stronger, because he'd survived.

When distractions are manifold, it's best to remember what you are supposed to be doing.

I immediately suspected there was much more to it than was being said.

This is my life, I think. I am an accumulation of objects.