We just want to walk. Our legs need to move to keep our minds from collapsing.

It’s up to you, not fate. True. But it was also up to Lily. That was the trickiest part.

When the shock wears off, you always hope there's understanding underneath.

All this hoping for something- or someone- that's maybe hopeless. I'm having a hard time processing what I am supposed to believe, or if I'm even supposed to. There is too much information, and I don't like a lot of it.

It's hard to answer a question you haven't been asked. It's hard to show you tried unless you end up succeeding.

There comes a time when the body takes over the life. There comes a time when the body’s urges, the body’s needs, dictate the life. You have no idea you are giving the body the key. But you hand it over. And then it’s in control. You mess with the wiring and the wiring takes charge.

Things are not magical because they've been conjured for us by some outside force. They are magical because we create them.