What can she possibly teach you, twenty seven names for tears?

Panic was the worst thing. When you panicked, you couldn't see possibilities. Then came despair.

And if there is no god? You act as if there is, and it's the same thing.

One can bear anything. The pain we cannot bear will kill us outright.

Let me tell you a few things about regret. There is no end to it. Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself?

I felt like time was a great sea, and I was floating on the back of a turtle, and no sails broke the horizon.

Beauty was deceptive. I would rather wear my pain, my ugliness. I was torn and stitched. I was a strip mine, and they would just have to look. I hoped I made them sick. I hoped they saw me in their dreams.