- Mistakes, mistakes, it's all I seem capable of at times.
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- Somewhere in all the snow, she could see her broken heart, in two pieces.
- Each half was glowing, and beating under all that white.
- The impoverished always try to keep moving, as if relocating might help. They ignore the reality that a new version of the same old problem will be waiting at the end of the trip—the relative you cringe to kiss.
- That's the sort of thing I'll never know, or comprehend—what humans are capable of.
- When she came to write her story, she would wonder exactly when the books and the words started to mean not just something, but everything.
- Waterfalls of words.
- It's chaos out there, and chaos is what we need.
- Even death has a heart.
- Can a person steal happiness? Or is it just another internal, infernal, human trick?
- Silence was not quiet or calm, and it was not peace.
- I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.
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