The dead do walk and haunt and crawl into your bed at night. Ghosts sneak into your head when you're not looking. Stars line up and volcanoes birth out bits of glass that foretell the future. Poison berries make girls stronger, but sometimes kill them. If you howl at the moon and swear on your blood, anything you desire will be yours. Be careful what you wish for. There's always a catch.

I have never heard a more eloquent silence.

My face becomes a Picasso sketch, my body slicing into pieces.

I can’t tell anymore when I’m asleep and when I’m awake, or which is worse.

If I ever form a clan, we'll be the anti-cheerleaders and walk under the bleacher forming mild acts of mayhem.

I wanted to pull down a book, open it proper, and gobble up page after page

Everybody told me to be a man. Nobody told me how.