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

She’s a commodity in a sea of broken girls.

She's been conned, ruined, left for dead, and she's not going to forgive any of it. She will soldier on, if only out of spite.

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

The thing about hope is that it doesn't go away even when it serves no purpose.

And if I have to die trying, I will get out of here.

So how long do you think it’ll be?” he says. “Before the next hurricane comes along to take you home.” “Can I tell you my biggest fear?” I say. “Yes. Tell me.” “That it will be a very windless four years.