Hearts are fragile things. That's why you have to be so careful.

Sometimes I'm afraid to go to sleep because of what I'm leaving behind.

I was glad when the invalids were executed

My heart shoots into my throat every time I think I see his loping walk, or catch sight of some floppy brown hair on a boy - but it's never him, and each time it isn't, my heart does a reverse trajectory down into the very pit of my stomach.

He who leaps for the sky may fall, it's true. But he may also fly.

Droplets, droplets: We are all identical drips and drops of people, hovering, waiting to be tipped, waiting for someone to show us the way, to pour us down a path. ... He has tipped us over, all of us in our teetering expectancy, and now we are pouring toward him, coursing on a wave of sound, of roaring shouts and applause. ... They are the moon; we are a tide, their tide, and under their direction we will wipe clean all the sickness and blight from the world.

Hearts are fragile things. That's why you have to be so careful.