There are certain things in life that you never forget. Things that dig deep, things that nest in the hadal zone.

My father thought I would lead a simple life; that I was bright but unambitious, complacant with whatever work life threw at me. My father, as usual, was wrong.

I was not a rebellious teenager. I was a sit-in-your-room teenager.

I'm often daydreaming and it's because I've always liked the idea of there being something more than the normal world.

Words are everything. Words give wings even to those who have been stamped upon, broken beyond all hope of repair.

I don't know. I just want you with me. I had never said those words aloud. Now that I could taste my freedom I wanted him to share it with me. But he couldn't change his life for me. And I couldn't sacrifice my life to be with him

I would never see him again. But as I watched the tunnel race before my eyes, I was certain of one thing: I did trust him. Now I had only to trust in myself.