I wanted it in the way you sometimes want to jump into very cold water, even though you know it won't feel good. I wanted to go numb. To see what it felt like to be someone else.

The things I had were mine and some of them were broken, but they were real. They were so very far from nothing.

I fell headfirst into a sinkhole of pretty things, and the world inside your eyelids is just as big as the one outside.

Sometimes it doesn't matter how dark the world gets. You can be saved by the smallest thing.

It's strange, but seeing something broken is somehow worse when you can tell that it used to be beautiful.

But what Davenport had been born into had taken so much from her, leaving her with just the wickedest and the worst. Her father had given her life, and then taken every scrap of joy or freedom, and even now that he was dead, all he had left her with was a deep, abiding hatred for what she was.

People make decisions, and maybe you don't always agree, but those choices are still their own.