The trick was looking past the illusion, because the exit was never as far away as it seemed.

Don't forget how you got here. Don't Forget.

I lost everyone I loved," I tell him. I wait for him to look at me, and then I add, "The day I met you.

Things will get worse before they get better.

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

We'll squeeze every second that we can from our lives, because we're young, and we have plenty of years to grow. We'll grow until we're braver. We'll grow until our bones ache and our skin wrinkles and our hair goes white, and until our hearts decide, at last, that it's time to stop.

I think humans have always been desperate. I think it has always been about doing something awful if it might help, when the only other option is death. Maybe that's what being a parent is supposed to feel like.