It was amazing how it worked: the tiniest bit of truth made credible the greatest lies.

The perishable nature of love is what gives love its profound importance in our lives. If it were endless, if it were on tap, love wouldn't hit us the way it does.

Their desire was silent yet magnificent, like a thousand daisies attuning their faces toward the path of the sun.

I live my own life and nurse my own wounds. It's not the best way to live. But it's the way I am.

We're all well-acquainted with depression, we all know what the low moods are, but the mania was not something I knew much about. I didn't know that it would make someone dress extravagantly or start to pun, and to stay up and drink.

But maybe the Charm Bracelets understood more about life than I did. From an early age they knew what little value the world placed in books, and so didn't waste their time with them. Whereas I, even now, persist in believing that these black marks on white paper bear the greatest significance, that if I keep writing, I might be able to catch the rainbow of consciousness in a jar.

Just like ice, lives crack, too. Personalities. Identities.