The months fall to shards at my feet.

I never wanted to live forever," she says. "I just wanted enough time.

I see an ocean that’s spilled out of a wineglass, its body clear and sparkling and folding over itself. I see a ribbon of sand.

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

The seeds are tiny, unborn things, and I resent them. They'll be planted and they'll grow into exactly what they're meant to be.

The madness of youth made me unafraid.

A feeling can't kill you.