I think that in many ways, just as forgiveness is impossible without love, sometimes love requires forgiveness for it to work, too.

When I'm drawing a picture, I feel...quiet inside.

Yes," he said. "You were strong. You were brave. You were good. You mattered.

Her eyes hold the pale moon in them, the way a still pond holds stars.

I just want to get on a table, dance on someone's tater tots, and wait for the hall monitor to drag me away

Humans waste words. They toss them like banana peels and leave them to rot. Everyone knows the peels are the best part.

I always tell the truth, Stella replies. Although I sometimes confuse the facts.