The months fall to shards at my feet.

I always knew I was an excellent liar; I just didn't know that I had it in me to fool myself.

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

She’s a commodity in a sea of broken girls.

When I am writing anything in general, I just want to tell the story that exists in my head; I don't try to write a parable or make a point.

Vaughn is talking about the heat, and his voice is so excited that it breaks into whispers at times. He loves his madness the way a bird loves the sky.

...maybe hope isn't such a bad thing. Maybe it's what keeps us together.