(...) a man encased in ice, his eyes hard and his voice like a frosty exhale.

(...) I do want to leave, in the desperate way that an animal wants to escape a trap. Wild and rabid. Ready to gnaw through bone.

But then I stopped allowing myself to dream, because it was more painful to long for things and never get them than to deal with whatever was in front of me. [...] I'm too old to hear confront nonsense anymore. Too old to believe that everything will be alright.

But I know that for every good thing that comes along, there is always a cost.

If she's in pain now she doesn't show it; she just closes her eyes and surrenders, and that is worse than her screaming for help, somehow.

Stupid. Why do people want to pretendthat death is sleep? It isn’t. It isn’t

Sin embargo, recuerda que, a veces, las personas a las que oprimes se hacen más poderosas de lo que te gustaría.

He descubierto que las personas no son más que una capa tras otra de secretos. Crees que las conoces, que las entiendes, pero sus motivos siempre permanecen ocultos, enterrados en sus corazones. Nunca conocerás a nadie, aunque, a veces, puedes decidir confiar en alguien.

Mensen, zo heb ik ontdekt, bestaan uit verschillende lagen. Je denkt dat je hen kent, dat je hen begrijpt, maar hun echte drijfveren liggen altijd diep in hun hart verscholen. Je zult ze nooit echt leren kennen, maar soms besluit je hen te vertrouwen.