Are you afraid of falling, baby? No, I’m afraid of landing. [He’s laughing, and I’m smiling.] Stupid idiot smile, don’t you know what comes next?

My skill didn't lie in planning battles, only in fighting them.

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.

I shake my head, but I can’t change this. I can only bear the scars, as I have always done, as I ever do.

Maybe I was just one of those people who couldn't rest easy unless things went catastrophically wrong.

I don’t like anyone knowing anything about me that I didn’t choose to tell them.

Don't worry he tells me tenderly. It doesn't matter who you've been, who you are, or who you become. I'm with you every step of the way.