And if you do this, you need to be strong enough to carry the scars. Because we may know the wound, but we can't predict how far a scar will go

I'll be right back," she says, and as soon as she disappears into the next room, I feel like someone has yanked my social crutch out from under my arm. I'm floundering. All I can think about is Emery coming back so I can have someone to hide behind.

There’s nobody in the world who would call Lea annoying. Not even me, and I’m usually annoyed by most things with faces.

My sister died and my parents abandoned me. I kind of stopped caring about tomorrow.

I need to be strong enough to move away on my own, to pull Mom's hooks out of my heart, to forget about Uncle Max. I need to be strong enough to carry all the guilt of what happened to my family because of me.

Artwork isn't finished just because you've colored up to every corner on the page. Artwork is finished when you get to the end of your sentence.

All you've done is take away their free will. Their ability to be better. Because that's the thing about humans, they grow, and they change, and they learn from their mistakes.

Grief is a monster - not everyone gets out alive, and those who do might only survive in pieces. But it's a monster that can be conquered, with time.

I wish I wen' spend less time being haunted and mo' time facing my pain, so dat way--me an' her--we could have been living wit' his memories instead of hiding from dem.

I don't know how to hang on to someone who doesn't exist in the same world as me.