Live free or die.

The memories seem like snapshots from someone else’s life.

Unhappiness is bondage; therefore, happiness is freedom. The way to find happiness is through the cure. Therefore, it is only through the cure that one finds freedom.

Amazing how hope lives. Without air or water, with hardly anything at all to nurture it.

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

This is the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you.

Perhaps this was how the sparrows did it too; perhaps they were looking so hard at the peaks and tips of the new rooftops coated with dew, and the vast new horizon, that they only forgot that they did not know how to fly until they were already in midair.