The girl traced the outline of her lover's shadow so she would always have a record of how he looked.

What do you do when your entire identity is destroyed in an instant? How do you cope when your whole life story turns out to bw wrong?

You’ve thrown down the gauntlet. You’ve brought my wrath down upon your house. Now, to prove that I exist I must kill you. As the child outlives the father, so must the character bury the author. If you are, in fact, my continuing author, then killing you will end my existence as well. Small loss. Such a life, as your puppet, is not worth living. But… If I destroy you and your dreck script, and I still exist… then my existence will be glorious, for I will become my own master.

We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.

From famous artists to building contractors, we all want to leave our signature. Our lasting effect. Your life after death. We all want to explain ourselves. Nobody wants to be forgotten.

She drank a glass of wine and looked for something new to ruin with her lack of talent.

Just for the record, she still loves you. She wouldn't bother to torture you if she didn't.