At the bottom of philosophy something very true and very desperate whispers: Everyone is hungry all the time. Everyone is starving. Everyone wants so much, much more than they can stomach, but the appetite doesn't converse much with the stomach. Everyone is hungry and not only for food - for comfort and love and excitement and the opposite of being alone. Almost everything awful anyone does is to get those things and keep them.

We like the wrong sorts of girls, they wrote. They are usually the ones worth writing about.

The storm ate up September’s cry of despair, delighted at its mischief, as all storms are.

You were so near death that ghosts crowded around you, weeping silver tears, waiting for you with such smiles. You humans, you know, whoever built you sewed irony into your sinews.

Whenever one does extraordinary things, someone is bound to try to repeat them for themselves. It's the way of the world.

However wretched her origins, she chose freely to continue her crimes against us from the moment she woke to this life. It is easy to forgive beautiful women, especially when they lay a sorrowful tale before you like a sugar-dusted meal. It does not mean they deserve forgiveness.

Remember this when you are queen,” he whispered hoarsely. “I moved the earth and the water for you.