Just . . . love me, and let tomorrow look after itself.

But the world moves on, even when you don't want it to, even when change feels like the end of everything. It never stops.

Time is fluid, so the moments where everything feels perfect pass in a wink, and those where you're on your knees in despair drag on like the death of a thousand cuts.

He’s worth fighting for, but I won’t change who I am for any man. No more than he should alter himself to suit me.

Perhaps that was the point; life, if you did it right, meant learning and changing. If you didn't, you died- or stopped growing - which amounted to more or less the same thing. So I would slide in and out of different roles until I discovered the one that fit me best. -Deuce, (183)

A huntress never stabbed anything she didn't want to.

A curve of silver hung amid the brighter specks; it looked to me like a curved dagger, pretty but deadly, as if it might slice the sky in two.