We are such small, stupid things. For most of my life I thought of nature as the stupid thing: Blind, animal, destructive. We, the humans, were clean and smart and in control: we had wrestled the rest of the world into submission, battered it down, pinned it to a glass slide and the pages of The Bool of Shhh.

No one had ever told her this basic fact: not everyone got to be loved.

Holy mother of Lord Cocoa Puffs

anything, anything is possible, if you can just see the sky.

People are like ants: Just a few of them give all the orders. And most of them spend their lives getting squashed.

The reason you can never go home again isn't necessarily that places change, but people do. So nothing ever looks the same.

The kidnapping, the kiss. I brought him here, after all. I rescue him an pulled him into this new life, a life of freedom and feeling.