Did you tell freedom hello for me?

Perhaps... you love too fiercely.

Lovers are weapons, but love is a wound.

You’re insane, you know that?” he says. “It’s the only thing keeping me afloat,” I say.

Vaughn is talking about the heat, and his voice is so excited that it breaks into whispers at times. He loves his madness the way a bird loves the sky.

None of the wives mention the security guards by the door, who will probably tackle us to the ground if we try to leave without our husbands.

It's the silence I imagine in the rest of the world, the silence of an endless ocean and uninhabitable island, a silence that can be seen from space.