“bentlike the branches of a treebroken like the pieces of my heartcrackedlike the seventeenth moonshatteredlike the glass in the windowthe day we met”
“My plastic heart became glass the day I met Dane Wright.”
“She was awake, alive, full of ideas like branches in a greenhouse, growing thick and rife against the glass.”
“Some days seem to fit together like a stained glass window. A hundred little pieces of different color and mood that, when combined, create a complete picture.”
“some of my most beautiful glass pieces havecracks running through them and I like them anyway because of the colours.”
“Let them come with their night-vision glasses and their heavy, branch-breaking bodies. Right into the range of my arrows.”