Knowledge does have a way of making you an outcast.

I am confident, I am capable, and I will not wait to be rescued by a woodsman or a hunter.

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

It's just that it's impossible to be a broken or whole person. You can only be a person. You can only exist, you can only belong to yourself, and you can only be responsible for your own happiness or belonging or whatever. That broken-part-piece-whole thing is just a trick of the mortal mind.

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

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

Freedom of speech doesn't mean freedom from judgement.