The world is quieter now. It is never quiet, but it can get quieter. What strange creatures we are, to find silence peaceful, when permanent silence is the thing we most dread. Nighttime is not that. Nighttime still rustles, still creaks and whispers and trembles in its throat. It is not darkness we fear, but our own helplessness within it. How merciful to have been granted the other senses.

Feeling someone else's anger is bad; being left alone is worse.

Self-preservation isn't worth it if you can't live with the self you're preserving

We all contain mysteries, especially when seen from the inside.

Knowledge is the only thing I take with me when I go.

motif, n. You don’t love me as much as I love you. You don’t love me as much as I love you. You don’t love me as much as I love you.

... I love books about freaks," because I am one. You might be, too. Let's be freaks together?