So many of the things I've wanted are the things I've been taught to fear.
It doesn't matter how much his mother loves him; love is not enough to keep any of us alive.
The months fall to shards at my feet.
I've loved you since the day I stole the atlas for you," Gabriel says, because he thinks I'm asleep.
...maybe hope isn't such a bad thing. Maybe it's what keeps us together.
She’s a commodity in a sea of broken girls.