We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think we are invincible because we are.

The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive

I’m just scared of ghosts, Pudge. And home is full of them.

She loved mysteries so much, that she became one.

That didn’t happen, of course. Things never happened the way I imagined them.

It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn’t the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things.