It felt like I'd been living underground, and for a moment, I'd been given this glimpse of the sky. Once you've seen that, how can you go back where you came from?

Although you hadn't asked why, it had less to do with you not noticing than with you not wanting to hear the answer.

Missed opportunities were never superficial wounds; they cut straight to the bone.

The process of growing up was nothing more than figuring out what doors hadn't yet been slammed in your face.

I shouldn't have eavesdropped, but sometimes, that's the only way to find out the truth.

He rises over me, a second sun, and fills me with light and heat.

There is no cosmic scale on which you can weigh your actions; you learn too late what choices ruin the fragile balance.