actions speak louder than words

Sometimes bad things have to happen before good things can.

Patch’s eyes were black orbs. Taking in everything and giving away nothing.

Your mom isn’t going to let me step foot inside this place. I’ve seen the gun she keeps on the top shelf of the pantry.

It makes no difference to me whether I shoot you or you fall to your death.” “It does make a difference,” I said, my voice small but confident. “You and I share the same blood.” I lifted my hand precariously, showing him my birthmark. “I’m your descendant. If I sacrifice my blood, Patch will become human and you’ll die. It’s written in The Book of Enoch.

I can't imagine why you're so interested." He shook his head. "Interested? We're talking about you. I'm fascinated.

I tended to be more a romantic than a realist, and chose blind faith over cold logic.