There is darkness in light, there is pain in joy, and there are thorns on the rose.

Please, ground, just open up and let me fall into an endless crevasse till I hit the center of the earth and combust. Please. Is that too much to ask?

I held a nail in place and slammed it with the hammer. Best. Chore. Ever.

I'd once read somewhere that is takes about half as long to recover from a deep relationship as the relationship lasted.

No matter how dark you are, no matter what you think your heritage is or how inevitable your fall is, you can always make a choice in the next second to be different.

I should have known the power-hungry slave drivers at River's Edge would see my five days of freedom only as a challenge to be filled.

At that moment I remembered something Cal had told me: that there is beauty in darkness in everything. Sorrow in joy, life and death, thorns on the rose. I knew then that I could not escape pain and torment any more than I could give up joy and beauty