I want to live," he said, "So I have to die.

I don't know why it's called "getting lost." Even when you turn down the wrong street, when you find yourself at the dead end of a chain-link fence or a road that turnd to sand, you are somewhere. It just isn't where you expected to be.

She felt a cage coming down around her; too late she realized that he had her trapped by the heart. And like any unwilling animal that was well and truly caught, she could escape only by leaving a piece of herself behind.

You know how sometimes, your life is so perfect you’re afraid for the next moment, because it couldn’t possibly be quite as good? That’s what it felt like.

You can't pay a landlord in dogma.

When a freedom is taken away from you, I suppose, you recognize it as a privilege, not a right.

If you want something to be true badly enough, you can rewrite it that way, in your head. You can even start to believe it.