It doesn't matter how much his mother loves him; love is not enough to keep any of us alive.

Momentum,' She repeats. 'You can't just stand there if you want something to fly. You have to run.

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

Poor kid,' Jenna says, and rolls her eyes toward me for a moment. Then she returns to her book. 'She doesn't even understand what kind of place this is.

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

So many of the things I've wanted are the things I've been taught to fear.

She's been conned, ruined, left for dead, and she's not going to forgive any of it. She will soldier on, if only out of spite.