Believing something existed and then finding out it didn't was like reaching the top of the stairs and thinking there was one more step.

— Francesca Zappia

Broken people don't hide from their monsters. Broken people let themselves be eaten.

— Francesca Zappia

Did you meet your soul mate? That always happens on the first day of school, right?'' Oh God, Charlie, she's letting you read again! You went straight to the paranormal section, didn't you?

— Francesca Zappia

I am real. This”–he put his other hand over the first-“is real. You see me interacting with other people all day long, don’t you? I talk to people; I affect things in the world. I cause things to happen. Furthermore, I am real.”“But-but what if this whole place”-I had to suck in air again-“what if everything is inside my head? East Shoal and Scarlet and this bridge and you-what if you’re not real because nothing is real?”“If nothing’s real, then what does it matter?” he said. “You live here. Doesn’t that make it real enough?

— Francesca Zappia

I didn't have the luxury of taking reality for granted. And I wouldn't say I hated people who did, because that's just about everyone. I didn't hate them. They didn't live in my world. But that never stopped me from wishing I lived in theirs.

— Francesca Zappia

I do have friends. Maybe they live hundreds of miles away from me, and maybe I can only talk to them through a screen, but they're still my friends.

— Francesca Zappia

If nothing’s real, then what does it matter?” he said. “You live here. Doesn’t that make it real enough?

— Francesca Zappia

Intelligence is not measured by how much you know, but by how much you have the capacity to learn.

— Francesca Zappia

I realized everyone around me was wearing a uniform. Black pants, white button-down shirts, green ties. I've to love the smell of institutional equality in the morning.

— Francesca Zappia

It kind of felt like she was kicking me in the gut, and every kick

— Francesca Zappia