I was starting to see that what looks like garbage from one angle might be art from another. Maybe it did take a crisis to get to know yourself; maybe you needed to get whacked hard by life before you understood what you wanted out of it.

In America right now, the people who talk about race the most are people of color - and if we are going to move the needle forward, it's WHITE people who need to acknowledge their role in racism.

That's the strange thing about being a mother: until you have a baby, you don't even realize how much you were missing one

We believe what we want to, what we need to. The corollary is that we choose not to see what we'd rather pretend doesn't exist.

Crazy girls did this, girls who walked like zombies through YA novels. But. Trixie felt the sting of the skin as it split, the sweet welling rise of blood. It hurt, though not as much as everything else idd.

Does fate ever play by the rules?

But you could only remake your own future, not anyone else's, and for some people that just wasn't good enough.