Home?' I say. It's a word that can mean anywhere and nowhere.

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

Humans are the absolute worst thing to happen to this planet.

Her mind is a bird that's trapped inside her skull, flapping and thrashing, never breaking free.

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

It isn’t a perfect place. There are no perfect places. But nobody cares about perfection when there are sand castles to build and kites to chase, children that are being born, old hearts that are giving in.

But I know all the things you're too sweet to know.