How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?

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

We'll walk together holding hands, and kiss in broad daylight, and love each other as much as we want to, and no one will ever try to keep up apart.

Here's another thing to remember: hope keeps you alive. Even when you're dead, it's the only thing that keeps you alive.

Something must die so that others can live.

It occurs to me that for a long time she has been doing her own version of resisting.

The thing is, you don't get to know. It's not like you wake up with a bad feeling in your stomach. You don't see shadows where there shouldn't be any. You don't remember to tell your parents you love them or--in my case--remember to say good-bye to them at all.