It is the face of a girl who has seen the world, who realizes that it hates her, and who hates it in return.

No matter how lonely it makes me, and no matter how wide and horrific the loneliness, at least I remember who I am.

To die trying would be better than to die without purpose.

I don't dare touch her. Loss is a knowledge I'm sorry to have. Perhaps the only thing worse than experiencing it, is watching it replay anew in someone else--all the awful stages picking up like a chorus that has to be sung.

You've been captive for so long that you don't even realize you want freedom anymore.

...maybe hope isn't such a bad thing. Maybe it's what keeps us together.

Give me time" "For you, always.