Pram wasn't told the story of her birth. But even as a very small girl, she felt deep in her chest that she was alive and dead at the same time.

Felix had left his heart buried in the ground years ago, but he felt it crack apart.

She knew that the dead hid pieces of themselves in the world. They buried organs in the living. They stuffed memories into trees and clouds and other innocuous things.

Stone gnomes and angels filled the gardens, and it seemed that they were also sleeping, as though a witch had cast a spell on them.

It is so fatally easy to make young children believe that they are horrible.

The setting of the sun is a difficult time for all fish.

Our passions are ourselves.

Mark what unvary'd laws preserve each state, Laws wise as Nature, and as fixed as Fate.

America is a very seductive place in terms of lifestyle and comfort, but it wasn't for me.

I like acting; I like being lost in the creative process.

We don't have to apologize for who we are

People really, really hate their religion being criticized. It's as though you've said they had an ugly face; they seem to identify personally with it.

Every voice doesn't matter--only the voices that move your idea forward, that make it better, that make you better, that make it more likely you will ship work that benefits your tribe.

Don't believe everything you see on VH1.