Write words you’re willing to burn at the stake for. Write words you’d believe in even if the rest of the world didn’t.

I wish I had a memory of that first violent shove, the shock of cold air, the sting of oxygen into new lungs. Everyone should remember being born. It doesn't seem fair that we only remember dying.

It isn’t a perfect place. There are no perfect places. But nobody cares about perfection when there are sand castles to build and kites to chase, children that are being born, old hearts that are giving in.

What have you done? What have you given up?' So many things, Cecily. More than you know.

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

Everyone should remember being born. It doesn't seem fair that we only remember dying.

Perhaps... you love too fiercely.