I am part of what she thinks is her illness, a symptom of which she thinks she has been cured. She, on the other hand, is what I was looking for.

Sometimes a person's monstrosity seems superhuman.

Her clothes were filled with safety pins and hidden tears.

Our songs travel the earth. We sing to one another. Not a single note is ever lost and no song is original. They all come from the same place and go back to a time when only the stones howled.

Society is like this card game here, cousin. We got dealt our hand before we were even born, and as we grow we have to play as best as we can.

You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart.

We passed over in a sweep of sorrow that would persist into our small forever. We just keep going.