Best 7 quotes of Emily X. R. Pan on MyQuotes

Believing is a type of magic. It can make something true.

Each piece was a snow globe of emotion and instinct. And the music-- that was another language entirely.

I tried to swallow again, but my throat was dry enough to be splintered apart and used for kindling

The more I think about it, the more that believing seems like the ultimate definition of family.

We're not lost. We're just headed somewhere different.

We try so hard to make these little time capsules. Memories string up just so, like holiday lights, casting the perfect glow in the left tones. But picking and choosing what to look at, what to put on display- that's not the true nature of remembering. Memory is a mean thing, slicing at you from the harshest angles, dipping your consciousness into the wrong colors again and again. A moment of humiliation, or devastation, or absolute rage, to be rewound and replayed, spinning a thread that wraps around the brain, knotting itself into something of a noose. It won't exactly kill you, but it makes you feel the squeeze of every horrible moment. How do you stop it? How do you work the mind free?

What makes a person—one who is so deeply loved—decide to do such a thing?