That Way Madness Lies: XV of Shakespeare's Most Notable Works Reimagined

by Dahlia Adler

I’m proud of my room. I figure if I’m stuck here, I want it to look nice.

I just wanted the summer in New York City, a summer outside the isolated emptiness of where we live. More, I wanted something I could call mine.

It’s not just right to let this grudge go—I deserve to let it go, to dwell on new hopes instead of old wounds.

I feel lighter somehow, and I realize it’s part of what’s nice about moving on. You’re freer to look forward.

Few things were more crushing: wanting more but being unable to have it.

To be in love with someone who did not love you back was the loneliest thing in the whole damn world.

As I have learned, you must redefine what is right and what is wrong when those who are supposed to be just are anything but.