I deserved the shaking and the headaches and the fact that every single time I took a breath I felt a squeezing in my chest, my heart beating even though I wished it wasn't.

My mother taught me to believe in silver, to believe in things, but I think it's more important to believe in me.

You know who you are you just have to believe it.

I'd dressed up and hoped and I was so tired of doing that, so tired of dreaming and being unable to stop it despite the fact that I'd seen, maybe better than anyone here, what dreams could do to you.

Hope was supposed to be a good thing, but it was starting to feel like every other four-letter word you're not supposed to say.

I never went for the talkers.

I didn't feel anything watching him go. I didn't even wish I did.