Only her death could prove her innocence; a circle of impossible, deathly judgement.

I can't really work on more than one thing at a time

Good fortune can take forever to get to you, but as it turns out, sorrow is as quick as a shot.

My theory is that everyone at one time or another has been at the fringe of society in some way: an outcast in high school, a stranger in a foreign country, the best at something, the worst at something, the one who's different. Being an outsider is the one thing we all have in common.

No one knows you like a person with whom you've shared a childhood. No one will ever understand you in quite the same way.

He wanted pain, I saw that in him, and what a man wants he will often manage to find.

Being an outsider is the one thing we all have in common.