Poor kid,' Jenna says, and rolls her eyes toward me for a moment. Then she returns to her book. 'She doesn't even understand what kind of place this is.

You’re insane, you know that?” he says. “It’s the only thing keeping me afloat,” I say.

I should not have loved my daughter as I did. Not in this world in which nothing lives for long. You children are flies. You are roses. You multiply and die.

The months fall to shards at my feet.

Vaughn is talking about the heat, and his voice is so excited that it breaks into whispers at times. He loves his madness the way a bird loves the sky.

She's beautiful and graceful, and she is very compassionate and loyal when you aren't responsible for the murder of her family.

My sisters were in that van.