I wish my shadow would get up and walk beside me.

The. World. Is. Not. A. Safe. Place.

In one split second I saw everything I could be, everything I want to be. And all that I'm not.

It's such a colossal effort not to be haunted by what's lost, but to be enchanted by what was.

The guy's life drunk, I think, makes Candide look like a sourpuss. Does he even know that death exists?

There were once two sisters who were not afriad of the dark because the dark was full of the other's voice across the room, because even when the night was thick and starless they walked home together from the river seeing who could last the longest without turning on her flashlight, not afraid because sometimes in the pitch of night they'd lie on their backs in the middle of the path and look up until the stars came back and when they did, they'd reach their arms up to touch them and did.

For the first time in our lives, I’m somewhere she can’t find, and I don’t have the map to give her that leads to me.