Pianos, unlike people, sing when you give them your every growl. They know how to dive into the pit of your stomach and harmonize with your roars when you’ve split yourself open. And when they see you, guts shining, brain pulsing, heart right there exposed in a rhythm that beats need need, need need, need need, pianos do not run. And so she plays.

You can't doubt so much, Psyche

Besides, secretly, without knowing it herself, she had been waiting for a Beast to go to.

Sometimes I wanted to peel away all of my skin and find a different me underneath.

Metaphors are an interesting example of creating magic in prose.

It seems impossible that you can love one person so much, no matter what happens, no matter what they do.

Relieved because what I dreaded most in the whole world was going to happen and I wouldn’t have to live with it anymore—the fear. There is the relief of finally not being alone and the relief of being alone when no one can take anything away from you. Here she was, my beautiful fear. Shiny as crystal lace frost.