I'll tell you something about true love. There's no science to it. It's as natural as the sky.

None of the wives mention the security guards by the door, who will probably tackle us to the ground if we try to leave without our husbands.

Love unrequited is violent. He loves you so much that he's turned it into hate.

You’re insane, you know that?” he says. “It’s the only thing keeping me afloat,” I say.

Sometimes we don't know how afraid we are until we've reached a strange door and we don't know what will be on the other side.

I'm suddenly finding it hard to know the difference between nightmares and consciousness.

We accept gods that don't speak to us. We accept gods that would place us in a world filled with injustices and do nothing as we struggle. It's easier than accepting that there's nothing out there at all, and that, in our darkest moments, we are truly alone.