Having a fantasy come true doesn't always mean it will be permanent.

For someone who can’t remember very much, there seems to be a lot I can’t forget.

In the space between yes and no, there's a lifetime. It's the difference between the path you walk and the one you leave behind; it's the gap between who you thought you could be and who you really are; its the legroom for the lies you'll tell yourself in the future.

Being a good mother, it seemed to me, meant you ran the risk of losing your child.

Somewhere along the line, organized religion stopped being about faith, and started being about who had the power to keep the faith. You said that the purpose of religion was to bring people together. But does it, really? Or does it-knowingly, purposefully, and intentionally--break them apart?

You can't be real," Delilah murmurs. "Says who?" I ask. "Did you really think that a story exists only when you're reading it?

The wolves knew when it was time to stop looking for what they'd lost, to focus instead on what was yet to come.