It was always a relief when she came home to him. Like water or food. Like music or that moment when you cut yourself with a knife and squeeze the skin and no blood oozes out.

The girl in the mirror wasn't who I wanted to be and her life wasn't the one I wanted to have.

She began to feel like the plastic doll she had been named after, without even a hole where her mouth was supposed to be.

He said that black sheeps express everyone else's anger and pain. It's not that they have all the anger and pain-they're just the only ones who let it out. Then the other people don't have to.

What sexual preference do you hope she has?” “Happiness.” Isnt that cool?

We no longer believe in fairy tales. But we will learn to believe in monsters

Pain can give you sight or make you blind.