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Two or three things I know for sure, and one of them is that if we are not beautiful to each other, we cannot know beauty in any form.

All I know is that I’ve wasted all these years looking for something, a sort of trophy I’d get only if I really, really did enough to deserve it. But I don’t want it anymore, I want something else now, something warm and sheltering, something I can turn to, regardless of what I do, regardless of who I become. Something that will just be there, always, like tomorrow’s sky.

“A bird gets up every morning and sings its song. It does not wait to hear what other birds are singing, nor does it look to see if another bird is getting more notice. It knows its song innately and sings. This is nature: knowing your own song.”

“We are lucky, even the worst of us, because daylight comes.”

“There was a full moon outside and it was the only peaceful thing they had seen all day. It shone with an impassive beauty, like a cold gem against dark velvet, not at all interested in the human pain down below.”

“Shame was a serpent coiled inside her stomach. It bit her again and again.”

“There are words and words and none mean anything. And then one sentence means everything.”

“You are not helpless. You are not heartless. And you have time.”