You have a way of looking at things. You make it seem as though everything's going to be okay. I can't imagine a more dangerous thing to have than hope like yours.

The sullen boy sitting before me is not my husband, and the girl he is fretting over isn't me, will never be me.

Tell freedom I said hello.' 'If I happen to see it, I will.

Childhood is a long, long road, from which that dark whispering forest of death seems an impossible destination.

who once had dreams of saving the world, now laughs at anyone who tries.

I used to have only one name; it used to mean something.

I figured it out eventually," she says. She's sitting on the edge of the gurney again; her features slowly materialize as my vision clears. "It's momentum." "What?" I whisper. The feeling returning to my lips, spreading out to my fingertips and toes. "Momentum," she repeats. "You can't just stand there if you want something to fly. You have to run.