An itchy feeling began to work its way through my body, as though a thousand mosquitoes were circulating through my blood, biting me from the inside, making me want to scream, jump, squirm. I ran.

This was what true fear was--that you could never know other people, not completely. That you were always just guessing blind.

We're on the other side of the fence now, Lena,' she says, tiredly, as she passes. "Don't you get it? You can't tell me what to feel.

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

Most of the time-- 99 percent of the time-- you just don't know how and why the threads are looped together, and that's okay. Do a good thing and something bad happens. Do a bad thing and something good happens. Do nothing and everything explodes.

My stomach gets that hollowed-out feeling. It's amazing how words can do that, just shred your insides apart.

You have to go forward: It's the only way. You have to go forward no matter what happens. This is the universal law.