Life is much different from the days when there were lilies in my motherโs garden, and all my secrets fit into a paper cup.
Lauren DeStefanoBut instead of tears, when I press my face against the pillow, a horrible, primal scream comes out of me. It's unlike anything I thought myself capable of. Rage, unlike anything I've ever known.
Lauren DeStefanoBut thereโs no such thing as free. There are only different and more horrible ways to be enslaved.
Lauren DeStefanoMaybe what frightens us about the edge isn't our fear of morality, but the thoughts it leads us to have.
Lauren DeStefano