Ice

"They say nothing lasts forever but they're just scared it will last longer than they can love it."

"Because the sunset, like survival, exists only on the verge of its own disappearing. To be gorgeous, you must first be seen, but to be seen allows you to be hunted"

"Is that what art is? To be touched thinking what we feel is ours when, in the end, it was someone else, in longing, who finds us?"

"Ma. You once told me that memory is a choice. But if you were god, you'd know it's a flood."

"Maybe in the next life we'll meet each other for the first time- believing in everything but the harm we're capable of."

"Because freedom, I am told, is nothing but the distance between the hunter and its prey.""We spent our whole lives together pretending, but if you pretend for too long, reality reminds you one way or another that it doesn't like being insulted"

"People have this delusion of inherent purpose as if fate is written in stone when really the pen has always been in our hands"

"We are all passive protagonists until we learn how to write."

"Life is made of so many goodbyes welded together. So dread the endings. Cry and rage and curse them. Just don't forget to cherish the beginnings and all that comes in between"

"Time is kind with grief. It takes it from you, piece by piece, till the sorrow is a song you remember the beat of but no longer hear."

"Love gives people the power to be treacherous. Being hurt by someone you share such a thing with is draining-a needle under the skin or a knife in the rib. Hate is a choice. Love is not. Theres nothing so out of our control as that."

"Because when a writer gives you a gift as precious as their work, they give you their trust, their control, their heart put to paper."

"Memories twist into each other, not like film strips, more like a book's flipping pages melting into one another. That's all a person is in the end, isn't it? Bones and blood and beauty spliced to memories."