And he made love to her, offering his body in both tenderness and anger, unsure which was the best way to pass her bits of his soul so that she could patch her own with it

I could not remember my first kiss, but I could have told you Charlotte would be my last.

The Inuit say that the stars are holes in heaven. And every time we see the people we loved shining through, we know they're happy.

The problem with you is that you always see a glass of milk half empty instead of half filled.

The only monsters I have ever known were men.

The truth doesn't always set you free; people prefer to believe prettier, neatley wrapped lies

And sometimes, he was less lucid. He'd run around his cell like a caged animal; he'd rock back and forth; he'd swing from topic to topic as if it was the only way to cross the jungle of his thoughts.