Let everyone see the blood,' he said. 'Don't clean it up. That's the only way people remember.'... I could see the blood inside my head. It was with me forever, whether or not I wanted to forget.

People hide their truest nature. I understood that; I even applauded it. What sort of world would it be if people bled all over the sidewalks, if they wept under trees, smacked whomever they despised, kissed strangers, revealed themselves?

Young people believe that regret is something you will never feel if you simply do as you please, but sometimes it is a matter of degree.

I must keep my head and not give in to desire, for desire is what causes women to drown.

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

You are only worthy of what you prove yourself to be.

Feel lucky for what you have when you have it. Isn't that the point? Happily ever after doesn't mean happy forever.