The evening had turned sweet and blue.

The weak are cruel. The strong have no need to be.

In a world of sorrow, love was an act of will. All you needed were the right ingredients.

You can't dispute the ridiculous. You can't argue reasonably with evil.

Certain things need not be said, and there’s nothing, not a whisper, prayer, not a sacrifice, not a payment of any price, that would change what’s about to happen.

Still, I couldn't help but wonder if it was a mistake for people like us to be tied to a place. If we weren't meant to be ready and willing to wander. If everything we needed was contained in who we were. And what we remember.

Hearts were made for being broken. There's really no way around it if you want to be a human being.