There's a world out there that nobody has bothered to promise her.

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

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.

I start trying to stay unconscious. The problem with this is that no amount of willpower can change the reality.

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

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

I see an ocean that’s spilled out of a wineglass, its body clear and sparkling and folding over itself. I see a ribbon of sand.