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

You have a way of looking at things. You make it seem as though everything's going to be okay. I can't imagine a more dangerous thing to have than hope like yours.

It was a terrible decision, and I confess I'd make it again.

There is warmth shooting through my broken body where there should be pain, and I put my arms around the back of his neck and I hold on to him. I hold on because you never know in this place when something good will be taken away.

I had this feeling like the solution to everything would be down there if only I could dig through all those clouds.

Forget who you are and what you think is there, and you'll discover things that don't exist to be known.

But 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.