Sometimes I Lie

Nana always said that books made better friends than people anyway. Books will take you anywhere if you let them, she used to say, and I think she was right.

We are all made of flesh and stars, but we all become dust in the end. Best to shine while you can.

Some people appear happy on the outside and you only know they’re broken inside if you listen as well as look.

Sometimes I think it's best to say nothing at all, silence cannot be misquoted.

We are all just ghosts of the people we hoped that we were and counterfeit replicas of the people we wanted to be.

People are not mirrors-they don't see you how you see yourself.

Everyone you meet is inevitably flawed... I don't avoid broken people because I think I'm better than them. I just don't like looking at my own reflection.

I've hidden memories in boxes inside my head before. Sometimes it's the only way to deal with things.

...but nightmares are dreams too.

People think that good and bad are opposites but they're wrong, they're just mirror images of one another in broken glass.

Nana used to say that if you don't let the tears out of you they can turn to poison.

Sometimes the right thing to do is wrong, but that’s just life.

Some people are ghosts before they are dead.

It can be dangerous to ask a question when you already know the answer.

The voices in my head are louder than the silence in the room. The loudest is my own, reminding me constantly of all the things I have said and done, all the things I haven’t, all the things I should have.

delighted in the free fall between sleep and wakefulness.

A lot of people would think I have a dream job, but nightmares are dreams too.

I’ve been returned to my factory settings as a human being, rather than a human doing.

There are different kinds of love—one word could never accurately describe them all. Some are easier to feel than others, some are more dangerous. People say there’s nothing like a mother’s love—take that away and you’ll find there is nothing like a daughter’s hate.

Sometimes I feel like everyone is happier than I am, as though they’re all in on a secret I’m not privy to.

Even if I could remember my way back to normal, I don’t think I’d recognise myself when I got there.

Memories can’t hurt anyone, unless they are shared.

The version of me you knew is several years out of date.

The mind is a powerful tool, it can create entire worlds and it’s certainly more than capable of playing a few tricks in order to aid self-preservation.

Little girls are different from little boys: they’re made of sugar and spice and scar for life. I’ve still got my scars. Just because they’re on the inside doesn’t mean they’re not there.

It's just a memory of another time and place. Memories can't hurt anyone, unless they are shared.

Even good people get tired of trying to mend what can’t be fixed.

If you were to strip us all down to our purest intentions, the lowest common denominator would always be wanting to be listened to, needing to be heard above the noise of modern life.

It's the kind of love that makes me feel sad and empty, a love based on habit and dependence; it isn't real.