Fate is a shape-shifter. It is the kindest and most generous entity imaginable, laying out more goodness than a person deserves, and then it shrinks and curls and forms into something grotesque. You think something is one thing, but then it´s another.

Being needed was a handy trick. It could fill you up so full you never even noticed all the places that were empty.

Darkness does this. It finds all the places you are hiding in. It finds all the things you are holding onto tightly and makes you let go.

I felt a constant, low-flying desperation, the kind you feel when you are trying, trying, trying to get something you will never, ever get.

We can get so wrapped up in our own misconceptions that we miss the simple beauty of the truth.

Hope could be the most powerful thing or the most useless.

To an untrained eye, need and love were as easily mistaken for each other as the real master's painting and a forgery.