Yeah, but our choices are limited. We choose from a list that they chose for us." She said. "Well, Choices are supposed to be limited. That's life" I snapped

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

The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside of you like a stone.

Are you sure you can't dematerialize? Not even a little?" "I'm sure.

I want to be healed and whole and perfect again, like a misshapen slab of iron that comes out of the fire glowing, glittering, razor-sharp.

Grief is like sinking, like being buried.

This is what amazes me: that people are new every day. That they are never the same. You must always invent them, and they must always invent themselves, too.