Death is funny, when you think about it. Everybody does it, but nobody knows how, exactly how.

I looked in the mirror and realized that I was already dead. I let you kill me one piece at a time, starting when I was, what? Eight years old? Nine? You killed yourself and then you came after us.

A scar is a sign of strength. . .the sign of a survivor.

Why are you being so mean?"
"Friends tell friends the truth."
"yeah, but not to hurt, to help.

When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time.

She cannot chain my soul. Yes, she could hurt me. She'd already done so...I would bleed, or not. Scar, or not. Live, or not. But she could not hurt my soul, not unless I gave it to her.