“What binds the fabric together when the raging, shifting, winds of change keep ripping away?”
“My jealousy is a living thing. Shifting, changing, growing. Like my rage and my mother's regret.”
“The only thing binding individuals together is ideas. Ideas mutate and spread; they change their hosts as much as their hosts change them.”
“When someone rips your heart out, there's nothing you can do to change how you feel about them. You just have to keep feeling that way until it goes away. Until it never does.”
“It alters you irrevocably when you reach 30 years old andsee a rip in the fabric of your dreams for every one of those years.Suddenly you're threadbare to the world.”
“What kept me sane was knowing that things would change, and it was a question of keeping myself together until they did.”