My sister has the heart of an artist with a hatchet and an eye patch. And I, we both now know, have a heart that is undeniably, irreparably different.

This is why Caliban was a punishment. I realize it now - it's a beautiful, perfect world of nothingness. No connection, no longing, no . . . love. A world we're trapped in until we're needed here, a world we're condemned to while everyone we might care about forgets us.

My sister has the heart of an artist with a hatchet and an eye patch. And I, we both now know, have a heart that is undeniably, irreparably different.

I'm friggin' awesome! So screw the haters!

The cruelest thing, hope, the way it strings you along, the way it makes you believe.

How could I possibly try to pretend the sunlight doesn’t exist, now that it’s taken so much of me?

Maybe all you can do, when your world is burning, is hold on to the thing you love the most.