There's a hazy smile on her lips that won't go away, and her hair is a mess. It's like a brushfire filled with casualties.

I wonder if she has figured out that I'll never love Linden, especially not in the way she does, and that he'll never love anyone the way he loves her. I wonder if she realizes, despite all her efforts to train me, that I can never take her place.

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.

There’s a limit to how much living can be done in a life without freedom.

You've been captive for so long that you don't even realize you want freedom anymore.

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

Forget who you are and what you think is there, and you'll discover things that don't exist to be known.