My life was pouring out my feet and seeping through cracks in the floor; yet still I knelt and did not move, for fear she'd let go my hands. Let me stay, I wanted to beg: Please don't make me go.

Yeah, reflections! The same, but different. Like twins - like blood brothers! And when you need something bad done, like punishment or revenge, you'll just ask me, and I will do it -

Strange how love coexists with hate, how they render eachother mute, how the swilling of them together makes a new and softer, sympathetic thing.

Every atom in me feels composed of lead. This is what dying is: a pull to the ground.

I want my life to be mystifying," she declared, although she didn't know what she meant.

It is scary, sometimes, Tomas admitted. But the scary bits are what make you brave.

Life is lived on the inside. What's outside doesn't matter.