Because there's nothing wrong with you... that can't be fixed.

Time has no meaning. I feel as if I have been left in the desert to die and am eagerly awaiting the vultures to begin their work and end my misery.

Please do not strain yourself, Miss Doyle. I won't have my girls going cross-eyed in the name of art.

It was a kiss small in its ministrations but epic in its feeling.

There’s a moment of profound sadness that can be dispelled only by summoning my anger.

We don't look at each other anymore. Not really. Not since I pulled him from that opium den. Now when I look at him, I see the addict. And when he looks at me, he sees what he would rather not remember. I wish I could be his adored little girl again, sitting at his side.

All the small, simple, conscious acts of living a sudden defense against the dying we do every day.