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.

I like libraries. It's a comfort that knowledge can be save for so long. That what we learn can be passed on.

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.

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

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

Making fake promises while wearing a fancy dress... that isn't enough. Promises take more work than that.