Give me time" "For you, always.

I wonder what it’s like for her, looking so much like a dead girl.

Hope, that risky, illustrious thing. It should have gone extinct by now, but we keep it alive.

Bet you never eat, he says. Bet you drink up the oxygen like it's butter. Bet you can go for days on nothing but thoughts.

Home?' I say. It's a word that can mean anywhere and nowhere.

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

I wanted so badly to tell him, but something about that entire night seemed so beautiful, so bizarre, that I didn't trust it with my secrets.