Suddenly this is all too hard. I am tired of putting up walls. I want someone with the strength - and the honesty - to break them down.

If there's something as good as [him] in my life, I'm going to pay for it.

One person's trauma is another's loss of innocence.

I think my writing has become "cleaner."

I never said I do not remember, my grandmother corrects. I said I prefer to forget.

If you've lived through it, you already know there are no words that will ever come close to describing it, and if you didn't - you will never understand.

What does it feel like?” he asked. “What does what feel like?” Peter thought for a moment. “Being at the top.” Josie reached across him for another packet of material and fed it into the stapler. She did three of these, and Peter was certain that she was going to ignore him, but then she spoke. “Like if you take one wrong step,” she said, “you’re going to fall.