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

They told us love was a disease. They told us it would kill us in the end. For the very first time I realize, that this, too, might also be a lie.

like I am Alice in the Wonderland and have gotten too big for the room.

I know that the whole point—the only point—is to find the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse to let them go.

It's amazing how close I have been, all this time, to my old life. And yet the distance that divides me from it is vast.

You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist

This is the world we live in, a world of safety and happiness and order, a world without love. A world where children crack their heads on stone fireplaces and nearly gnaw off their tongues and the parents are concerned. Not heartbroken, frantic, desperate. Concerned, as they are when you fail mathematics, as they are when they are late to pay their taxes.