Fuck You!' [Oskar said] 'Exuse me!' [His mom said] 'Sorry. I mean, screw you.' 'You need a time-out!' 'I need a mausoleum!

I wanted to cry but I didn't, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending our suffering.

I will walk without noise and I will open the door in darkness and I will

She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.