Don't you miss it?" I say. "Being free." He laughs.

What have you done? What have you given up?' So many things, Cecily. More than you know.

Maybe hope isn't the most dangerous thing a person can have. Maybe love is.

There's a world out there that nobody has bothered to promise her.

There is no choice for him but to believe. He has nothing left to give in offering.

He gathers me up and I'm weightless before he sets me on the railing. He's the only thing keeping me from falling back, out of the reach of daylight. I'm not afraid of falling. I don't fear the sky beyond the train tracks like I did before. I can go anywhere just so long as it's with him.

We writers are resilient souls.