She never utters a sound even when she's crying, and that makes me a little sad. Doesn't seem right. When you cry, people should hear you. The world should stop.

There are no wrong decisions ― only different ones.

...dreams were dreams and reality was reality and she felt people were better off understanding the difference.

How I'd love to get away from here and be someone else for a while in a place where no one knows or expects certain things from me.

I think about dying every day, because I can't stop thinking about living.

Theta blew out another plume of cigarette smoke. “Not interested. Love’s messy, kiddo. Let those other girls get moony-eyed and goofy. Me? I got plans.

Mawah meenon ne le plus poohlala," I say with an affected bow.