“People could push and pull at you, and poke you, and probe as deep as they could go. They could even tear you apart, bit by bit. But at the heart and root and soul of you, something would remain untouched.”
“Gravity was something you could beat; all it took was hydrogen, hot air, or even a bit of rope. But being a girl was a miserable, never-ending struggle.”
“How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?”
“Were you even aware that one could rent clothes, Vasile? Does it not seem a bit...cringe inducing?”
“All I could feel was love leaking in my soul and my heart seeping bits of heaven.”
“Could you hold the chainsaw a bit closer to your mouth, please?”