You can try to please everyone and risk accomplishing nothing, or go for your dreams and risk pissing a few people off.

I watch the ashes swim around like dandelion puffs, making swirls where bodies and walls once stood.

I want to make a world more magical than my own. I don't care if it makes sense, I don't care if it's ridiculed or if, rather than a neat round planet that goes around forever, it ends with a cliff that falls off into nothing. I want to have my eyes wide open, and I want to see this room and at the same time, not this room.

Kettle thingies. Yum.

My sisters were in that van.

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

I figured it out eventually," she says. She's sitting on the edge of the gurney again; her features slowly materialize as my vision clears. "It's momentum." "What?" I whisper. The feeling returning to my lips, spreading out to my fingertips and toes. "Momentum," she repeats. "You can't just stand there if you want something to fly. You have to run.