For a second I think about how easy it would be to pass back to the other side, to walk straight into the laboratories and offer myself up to the surgeons. You were right; I was wrong. Get it out.

An eye for an eye." "And the whole world goes blind," Coral puts in quietly.

I still wanted to know why. As though somebody was going to answer that for me, as though any answer would be satisfying.

Unhappiness is bondage; therefore, happiness is freedom.

Why couldn't you let me have it? Why did you have to take it? Why did you always take everything?

Is this freedom? Is it happiness? I don't know. I don't care anymore. It is different--it is being alive.

..in that moment i realize how much i love the little everyday routines of my life..the details that are my life's special pattern, like how in handwoven rugs what really makes them unique are the tiny flaws in the stitching, little gaps and jumps and stutters that can never be reproduced. so many things become beautiful when you really look.