If you’re smart, you care. And if you care, you love.

Raven has lost deeply, again and again, and she, too, has buried herself. There are pieces of her scattered all over. Her heart is nestled next to a small set of bones buried beside a frozen river, which will emerge with the spring thaw, a skeleton ship rising out of the water”.

Here's something else you might as well learn now: If you want something, if you take it for your own, you'll always be taking it from someone else. That's a rule too. And something must die so that others can live.

There's a place for everything and everyone, you know. That is the mistake they make above. They think that only certain people have a place. Only certain kinds of people belong. The rest is waste. But even waste must have a place. Otherwise it will clog and clot, and rot and fester.

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

Until, one day, she wasn’t.

Love is the only thing in the world worth having. You must never loose it or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.