The way I see it," she continued, "is that some things are just meant to be the way they are.

That was the thing: Once, the difference between light and dark had been basic. One was good, one bad. Suddenly, though, things weren’t so clear. The dark was still a mystery, something hidden, something to be scared of, but I’d come to fear the light, too. It was where everything was revealed, or seemed to be. Eyes closed, I saw only the blackness, reminding me of this one thing, the most deep of my secrets; eyes open, there was only the world that didn’t know it, bright, inescapable, and somehow, still there.

What," I said, "is that a crime here or something? Like only buying one thing at the Gas/Gro?

It is kind of hard to hold a lot in. But for me… it’s sometimes even harder to let it out.

How it seemed like you could see everything, but certain things were blocked out, hidden.

Family isn’t something that’s supposed to be static, or set. People marry in, divorce out. They’re born, they die. It’s always evolving, turning into something else.

Being brave and self-confident doesn't necessarily start inside...It starts with the rest of the world, and it leads back to you.