I was good and bad, but never wicked.

One moment the world is as it is. The next, it is something entirely different. Something it has never been before.

Merciful death. How you love your precious guilt

Perhaps this is the only real evil left.

There are too many other inexplicable things around us--horrors, threats, mysteries that draw you in and then inevitably disenchant you. Back to the predictable and humdrum. The prince is never going to come, everybody knows that; and maybe Sleeping Beauty's dead.

I have lived lies. I have done it again and again. I live lies because I cannot endure the weakness of anger, and I cannot admit the irrationality of love.-Marius

Cities have distinct personalities. It's a matter of knowing it.