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.

No matter how lonely it makes me, and no matter how wide and horrific the loneliness, at least I remember who I am.

Fate, I think, is a thief.

When we're alive, life consumes us. But when we die, all of the color and the motion is gone so quickly, it's as though it can no longer stand to be wasted on us.

Every star has been set in the sky. We mistakenly think they were put there for us.

A party in the orange grove. The pain on Linden's face is immediate. I am unwavering. He has cost me more pain than I will ever be able to repay.

My sisters were in that van.