Desperation can make a person do surprising things.

Thank you for your honesty," Niles says. The Candor repeat the phrase under their breath. All around me are the words "Thank you for your honesty" at different volumes and pitches, and my anger begins to dissolve.

Some things are hard to let go of.

The cruelty of fate is that I must travel with the people I hate when the people I love are dead behind me.

My problem might be that even if I did go home, I wouldn’t belong there, among people who give without thinking and care without trying.

It's strange to see people you don't know well in the morning, with sleepy eyes and pillow creases in their cheeks

I don't want to stop you. I want you to stop yourself.