She would do anything, anything to belong to his son after a lifetime of belonging to no one at all.

Kettle thingies. Yum.

I wish I had a memory of that first violent shove, the shock of cold air, the sting of oxygen into new lungs. Everyone should remember being born. It doesn't seem fair that we only remember dying.

Real’ is a dirty word in this place.

Momentum,' She repeats. 'You can't just stand there if you want something to fly. You have to run.

You can't be afraid. You can be sad if you like. You can be angry. But it's the fear that'll freeze you in place.

I'll tell you something about true love. There's no science to it. It's as natural as the sky.