It's never right to give up on someone.

The madness of youth made me unafraid.

I wonder if she has figured out that I'll never love Linden, especially not in the way she does, and that he'll never love anyone the way he loves her. I wonder if she realizes, despite all her efforts to train me, that I can never take her place.

My head is my favorite swimming pool.

I think, in this strange world of beautiful things, there may be some humanity after all.

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

Times like this, when she slips her hand into mine and holds on tight, and our husband becomes just a shadow in the doorway.