There's a terrible dark joy when the only person who knows all your secrets is finally dead.

People had been working for so many years to make the world a safe organized place. Nobody realized how boring it would become.

Picture the moment when your mom and dad first saw you as something other than a pretty, tiny version of them. You as them, but improved. Better educated. Innocent. Then picture when you stopped being their dream.

You only ask people about themselves so you can tell them about yourself.

and i can't stand the idea of being alone. i can't bear the thought of being free.

The difference between how you look and how you see yourself is enough to kill most people. And maybe the reason vampires don’t die is because they can never see themselves in photographs or mirrors.

The world can be a lot bet­ter than we set­tle for. All you have to do is ask.