Her eyes flutter up to meet mine. “Are you hungry?”she asks. Am I ever.

I'll be your mess,you be mine That was the deal that we had signed I bought a hazmat suit to clean up your waste Gas masks,gloves,to keep us safe But now i'm alone in an empty room Staring down immaculate doom "Messy

Obey the muse, Liz said. She's a fickle mistress.

I know that all the magic kisses in the world probably couldn't have helped him today. But I would do anything to have been able to give him one.

Something given, something taken away. Does it always have to work like that?

It's funny the things you think you're scared of until they're upon you, and then you're not.

You forget, time doesn't exist anymore. You gave it to me.