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

That was the thing about being bereaved. People were overcome with sympathy. They did things for you without even considering whether or not it was the right thing to do.

All great acts are ruled by intention. What you mean is what you get.

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

Intention is one of the most powerful forces there is. What you mean when you do a thing will always determine the outcome. The law creates the world.

The treachery of demons is nothing compared to the betrayal of an angel.

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.