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

There is a silence so great that I can hear the ice crystals cracking and falling from eyelashes of girls who will never blink again.

I can hear my brother's voice in my head. Your problem is that you're too emotional. But how can I not be emotional, Rowan? How can I not care?

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.

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

Love unrequited is violent. He loves you so much that he's turned it into hate.

On tiptoes the redhead wouldn't even reach my shoulders; she is clearly too young to be a bride. And the willowy girl is too forlorn. And I am too unwilling. Yet here we are.