I felt like the blonde in every horror movie who hears a noise in the basement and goes to investigate alone. Sometimes you smell the stupid all around you, but you step in it anyway.

I’d never known it was possible to love as he did— with complete devotion yet devoid of promises.

I’m as forgiving as the wall you hit at two hundred kilometers an hour.

A good huntress respected her partners instincts, even if he was socially ignorant.

You don’t know what it’s like to be alone until you’ve had someone inside your head.

I know you have bad news,” I say softly. “I’m ready for it.” But that’s not true. One is never ready. You just lie and say you are and hope you can take the hit on the chin without going down.

We're broken in complementary ways, thus rendering our damage comprehensible to each other.