But Harley has always been this way, for as long as I’ve known him: he thinks ignorance is the best way to protect someone, and he doesn’t understand that what we imagine is often worse than the truth.
You are not one person. You are a different person in each moment in time. Your name means nothing. Go see a person with the same name in a different time, and it’s someone else entirely.
Maybe being alone in the sea, with its unexplored depths, its clawing-finger waves, really is safer compared to the land, where there are people and malice and death.
What you really want to know,” I say, “is how to make sure we all don’t just rip each other apart, right?” The fight earlier is way too fresh in our minds. We are a powder keg; just a spark will blow us apart.
I would use the same word to describe both my joy and the rain: torrential. This – this – this is all I ever wanted from the world: wide-open spaces and cooling rain and the chance to run.
She stops speaking, but I can hear her silent sobs. They’re the loudest thing I’ve ever heard.
I’d been prepared for the goodbyes – as prepared as anyone could be, I guess – but I wasn’t at all prepared for a hello.
It was to apologize, and apologizing means he remembers what happened, and that means being trapped in a nightmare that’s already come true.
It’s not selfish to be yourself and pursue your dreams.
There are countless reasons to be jealous. But that doesn’t mean you have to succumb to them.
Everyone has wounds; everyone pretends they don’t.
Be fearless. Write what you want. Write how you want. Create art.
Ella!” the voice yells, but I cannot tell where it is coming from. The sound wraps around me, spreading like spilt water and then evaporating into silence.
Failure makes the success worth it.
The three hardest parts of writing a novel are writing the beginning, the middle, and the end.
I feel the darkness inside me like a creature curled up in my chest, breathing smoke and fire. It is always there. It weighs on me. It’s not contained by anything but my own skin. Sometimes it sleeps. Sometimes it doesn’t.
The simple truth is that power isn’t control at all – power is strength, and giving that strength to others.
The truth is, sometimes siblings have nothing in common but blood... Sometimes you stay up late at night, thinking things that make you feel like a heartless monster, wishing for something different and then feeling sick with guilt because you know what the cost of “different” would be... There’s a difference between having no siblings and having a broken one.
All of them?” I ask. I could almost understand her need to awaken her parents, but we don’t need to add nearly a hundred frozen people to the cacophony of voices around us.
I can see, for just a moment, his beating heart in his ribcage, and then that, too, withers and dies, the useless, blackened lump tapping against his ribs before plopping out of his body.