We destroy things with our curiosity. We shatter with our best intentions

Cure" is one of the most precious words in the English language. It's a short word. A clean and simple word. But it isn't so easy a thing as it sounds. There are questions like: How will this affect us in ten years? In twenty? What will it do to our children? Our children's children?

Maybe it is desperation. Maybe we can't let things fall apart without trying. We can't let go of the people we love.

The thing about hope is that it doesn't go away even when it serves no purpose.

We are stronger than we've credited ourselves to be. We have been the victims and the witnesses. We have said a lifetime of good-byes.

Ah, love. That’s what the world has lost. There’s no more love, only the illusion of it.

I wonder what it’s like for her, looking so much like a dead girl.