Love is not enough to keep any of us alive.

Even the human race can't claim to be natural anymore. We are fake, dying things. How fitting that I would end up in this sham of a marriage.

Her mind is a bird that's trapped inside her skull, flapping and thrashing, never breaking free.

I like the idea of something greater than us. We destroy things with our curiosity. We shatter with our best intentions. We are no closer to perfection than we were one hundred years ago, or five hundred.

Love is not enough to keep any of us alive.

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.

A strange thing, words. Once they're said, it's hard to imagine they're untrue.