“No boy has ever moved me the way you did that afternoon on the corniche. This is not how I am supposed to feel. The lack of you hurts. You are the knife with which I cut myself.” LoveLossGriefLongingYearning Book:The Thirty Names of Night Source: The Thirty Names of Night
“We stretch our bodies without letting go of each other's hands; we exorcise our grief. We twine and bend while the owls look on. I am reflected in Sami's eyes. I am not a girl in that moment, or a boy, but a person-shaped beam of light, and we see each other as we are, as energy that has willed itself into these bodies because the desire to dance is the first kind of longing.” LongingGenderTrans Bodies Book:The Thirty Names of Night Source: The Thirty Names of Night