We worship Him not because He is the best of our gods, but because He is, or was, the greatest killer among them.

There is nothing foolish about hope.

So here is why I write what I do: We all have futures. We all have pasts. We all have stories. And we all, every single one of us, no matter who we are and no matter what’s been taken from us or what poison we’ve internalized or how hard we’ve had to work to expel it – – we all get to dream.

You're very lucky... Friends are precious, powerful things - hard to earn, harder still to keep. You should thank this one for taking a chance on you.

...and when I lift my head to scream out my fury, a million stars turn black and die. No one can see them, but they are my tears.

I am not as I once was. They have done this to me, broken me open and torn out my heart. I do not know who I am anymore. I must try to remember.

But when I got angry, my nerves sought an outlet, and my mouth didn't always guard the gates.