I think he's beginning to understand, and understanding is a horrible thing.

I don’t have too many books, I have too little shelving.

There's nothing here to say good-bye to. There's no dancing girl. No mischievous smile. She's gone, off with her sisters, broken free, escaped. And if she were here now, she would say, "Go.

You have a way of looking at things. You make it seem as though everything's going to be okay. I can't imagine a more dangerous thing to have than hope like yours.

Gabriel's voice can reach me anywhere. Even in a hurricane.

The months fall to shards at my feet.

The madness of youth made me unafraid.