It's never right to give up on someone.

I've done it all before, I tell myself, and I can do it again. Trust is the strongest weapon.

Once upon a time there were two parents, two children, and a brick house with lilies in the yard. The parents died, the lilies wilted. One child disappeared. Then the other." Pg 225

We writers are resilient souls.

Did you tell freedom hello for me?

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.

I always knew I was an excellent liar; I just didn't know that I had it in me to fool myself.