He's so busy looking inside people to find the good that he misses the knife they're holding in their hand.

They were never scared of the kids who might die, or the empty spaces they would leave behind. They were afraid of us-the ones who lived.

Sometimes the darkness lives inside you, and sometimes it wins.

Why are you so weird?" "Because my weird has to be able to cancel out your weird, Lady Cross-stitch." "At least what I do is considered an art form." "Yes, in ye olde medieal Europse you would've been quite the catch-

But inside or out, I was alone, and I was beginning to wonder if I always had been, if I always would be.

Ghosts don't haunt people--their memories do.

Because she knows what it's like to live in a world of black, and black, and the tiny bit of white, but when she escaped it, she didn't find the rainbow of colors, the dresses, the singing, the dancing. She only found ugliness.