Everything looks beautiful. The Book of Shhh says that deliria alters your perception, disables your ability to reason clearly, impairs you from making sound judgments. But it does not tell you this: that love will turn the whole world into something greater than itself.

We wanted the freedom to love. We wanted the freedom to choose. Now we have to fight for it.

This is the strange way of the world, that people who simply want to love are instead forced to become warriors.

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

I have had to give up so much, so many selves and lives already. I have grown up and out of the rubble of my old lives, of things and people I have cared for.

How is it possible, I think, to change so much and not be able to change anything at all?

Lies are just stories, and stories are all that matter. We all tell stories. Some are more truthful than others, maybe, but in the end the only thing that counts is what you can make people believe.