Heart always wins out over the mind. The heart, although reckless and suicidal and a masochist all on its own, always gets its way.

I don’t know what I’m doing, or where I’m going, but I do know that I want to do whatever it is and get there soon.

My plant is probably dead." Camryn looks slightly surprised. "You have a plant?" I smile. "Yeah, her name's Georgia.

Just that dwelling and planning is bullshit, you dwell on the past, you can’t move forward. Spend too much time planning for the future and you just push yourself backwards, or you stay stagnant in the same place all your life. Live in the moment, where everything is just right, take your time and limit your bad memories and you’ll get wherever it is you’re going a lot faster and with less bumps in the road along the way.

Victor Faust did much more than help me escape a life of abuse and servitude. He changed me. He changed the landscape of my dreams, the dreams I had every day about living ordinarily and free and on my own. He changed the colors on the palette from primary to rainbow—as dark as the colors of that rainbow may be.

Our story is over, yes, but our journey isn't, because we'll always live on the edge until the day we die.

Everybody starts out as strangers.