I can almost see what Gabriel meant when he asked, 'What has the free world got that you can’t get here?' Almost. Freedom, Gabriel. That’s what you can’t get here.

But instead of tears, when I press my face against the pillow, a horrible, primal scream comes out of me. It's unlike anything I thought myself capable of. Rage, unlike anything I've ever known.

We accept gods that don't speak to us. We accept gods that would place us in a world filled with injustices and do nothing as we struggle. It's easier than accepting that there's nothing out there at all, and that, in our darkest moments, we are truly alone.

Set fire to the broken pieces; start anew.

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

I wonder what it’s like for her, looking so much like a dead girl.

Don't forget how you got here. Don't Forget.