There are so many of us, so many girls. The world wants us for our wombs or our bodies, or it doesn't want us at all.

A feeling can't kill you.

Tell freedom I said hello.' 'If I happen to see it, I will.

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.

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

I start trying to stay unconscious. The problem with this is that no amount of willpower can change the reality.

Suddenly the clouds seem high above us. They’re moving over us in an arch, circling the planet. They have seen abysmal oceans and charred, scorched islands. They have seen how we destroyed the world. If I could see everything, as the clouds do, would I swirl around this remaining continent, still so full of color and life and seasons, wanting to protect it? Or would I just laugh at the futility of it all, and meander onward, down the earth’s sloping atmosphere?