Truly, a life in constant pain is the life of the damned.

Truly it it not the tragedies that destroy us, but the memories of them.

A true teacher would never tell you what to do. But he would give you the knowledge with which you could decide what would be best for you to do.

But I wasn't a bad girl. I don't want to be forgotten. I want people to remember me.

They are all I have left—the stars and the memory of the many times I wished upon them. But with all those wishes, I asked for only one thing. To see him again. But I will not see him again. I do not see him now.

Some loves have to be given up, others have to be forgotten. Strange as it may sound, if you think of me as a monster, but I can love most passionately. I do not think of myself as evil.

The late hour is such a friend; it has been for so many years. There is not a soul around as I carry Riley downstairs and dump him in my trunk. It is good, for I am not in the mood to kill again, and murder, for me, is very much tied to my mood, like making love. Even when it is necessary.