Caring too much could be dangerous; I saw that now. But the alternative was no better.

Sometimes it felt as if all happiness came at a price. You could never, ever, have perfection. Life gave you beauty so you could bear the pain.

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.

If so, I couldn't imagine how the opposite gender managed to get out of bed in the morning. They might be lovely to look at, but clear thinking wasn't their strong point.

I’m sick of asking questions everyone else already knows the answers to.

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.

Sometimes broken things heal crooked. The pieces didn’t fit anymore.