There are so many moments to remember and sometimes I think that maybe we're not really people at all. Maybe moments are what we are.... Sometimes I just survive. But sometimes I stand on the rooftop of my existence, arms stretched out, begging for more.

My voice is like a rumour. I'm not sure if it came out or not, or if it is true.

The conversation of bullets.

You don't shoot a dog when it is already dead.

The best word shakers were the ones who understood the true power of words. They were the ones who could climb the highest.

Amplified by the still of night, the book opened -- a gust of wind.

She could smell the pages. She could almost taste the words as they stacked up around her.