I'm floating inside my skin. I could go on floating like this for days. Right now, the real world with its heartbreak and disappointments is just a pulse against the protective membrane we've drunk ourselves into. It's somewhere outside us, waiting." A Great and Terrible Beauty, Page 141, by

She was tired of being told how it was by this generation, who’d botched things so badly. They’d sold their children a pack of lies: God and country. Love your parents. All is fair. And then they’d sent those boys, her brother, off to fight a great monster of a war that maimed and killed and destroyed whatever was inside them. Still they lied, expecting her to mouth the words and play along. Well, she wouldn’t. She knew now that the world was a long way from fair. She knew the monsters were real.

It's possible to pretend I'm someone other than who I am, and if I pretend long enough, I can believe it.

Judge not, lest ye be judged.

I know because I read...Your mind is not a cage. It's a garden. And it requires cultivating.

The wolf was at the door. His shadow spilled into the room, taking it over.

- 'Music opens your soul, makes you ready.' - 'Ready for what?' - He smiles big. 'Exactly.