I've always been interested in exploring the concept of child prodigies. When I was younger, I wrote a story about Mozart as a child and I just always loved this idea of young people who are able to take control of their lives and bring a whole lot of change at such a young age.

It feels like it's the end of the world if you don't do well on your SATs.

My mother used to hope that I would rise up from my humble roots. Become someone sucessful, or even famous. I'm famous all right, but I don't think it's what she had in mind.

I scream for everything that has gone wrong. I scream for everything broken in our lives.

For a small moment, I fix my eyes on his, telling him silently everything that I'll never say to him aloud.

If you want to rebel, rebel from inside the system.That's much more powerful than rebelling outside the system.

Day appears again. This time he leans in close enough for his hair to brush, light as silk, against my cheeks. He pulls me towards for a long kiss. The scene vanishes, replaced abruptly by a stormy night and Day struggling through the rain, blood dripping from his leg and leaving a trail behind him. He collapses onto his knees in front of Razor before the whole scene disappears again.