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

That’s what made it so frightening to the lawmakers: Love obeys no laws other than its own.

Someday she will be saved, and the past and all its pain will be rendered as smoothly palatable as the food we spoon to our babies.

I’m sorry for everything.” Then he turns and pushes back into the woods, and he’s gone.

...into hate, into refusal, against hope and without fear

And now I realize Lindsay's not fearless. She's terrified. She's terrified that people will find out she's faking, bullshitting her way through life, pretending to have everything together when really she's just floundering like the rest of us. Lindsay, who will bite at you if you even look in her direction the wrong way, like on of those tiny attack dogs that are always barking and snapping in the air before they're jerked backward on the chains that keep them in one place.

I hate skin; I hate bones and bodies. I want to curl up inside of him and be carried there forever.