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

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.

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.

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

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

The world is full of unused corners.

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