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

My sisters were in that van.

I think humans have always been desperate. I think it has always been about doing something awful if it might help, when the only other option is death. Maybe that's what being a parent is supposed to feel like.

We'll squeeze every second that we can from our lives, because we're young, and we have plenty of years to grow. We'll grow until we're braver. We'll grow until our bones ache and our skin wrinkles and our hair goes white, and until our hearts decide, at last, that it's time to stop.

Fate, I think, is a thief.

Kettle thingies. Yum.

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.