All that land is filled with people, every one of them different, and the things they do to each other matter.

Yeah, sometimes life really sucks. But you know what I'm holding on for? The moments that don't suck. The trick is to notice them when they come around.

But there's so much that was a lie, it's hard to figure out what was true, what was real, what matters.

I wonder if fears ever really go away, or if they just lose their power over us.

I am a child. I am two feet tall, and asking if she loves me.

I'm sick of doing bad things and liking it and then wondering what's wrong with me. I want it to be over. I want to start again.

Then everyone can call you Six.” “Four and Six,” I say.