Living in a place like this, she must have learned how to see all the monsters that can hide a person.

Every star has been set in the sky. We mistakenly think they were put there for us.

He looks at me, and I don't know what he sees. I used to think it was Rose. But she's not here with us now, in this room. It's just him and me, and the books. I feel like our lives are in those books. I feel like all the words on the pages are for us.

Life is much different from the days when there were lilies in my mother’s garden, and all my secrets fit into a paper cup.

The madness of youth made me unafraid.

Hope, that risky, illustrious thing. It should have gone extinct by now, but we keep it alive.

She’s a commodity in a sea of broken girls.