Time, you'll be pleased to know--and since one must start somewhere--was created in creation. The question What was there before creation? is meaningless. Time is a property of creation, therefore before creation there was no before creation.

Kneecaps only exist to get hit with claw-hammers; grace only exists to be fallen from.

I'm too conceited for therapy.

Words betrayed her: beautiful butterflies in her mind; dead moths when she opened her mouth for their release into the world.

Literature is humanity's broad-minded alter-ego, with room in its heart for monsters, even for you. It's humanity without the judgement.

I'll tell you something,' she said. 'I'm not sure I ever really liked him.' Adam?' I said. 'I don't blame you.' 'Not Adam,' she said, struggling to swallow a greedily chomped chunk. 'God.

Falling in love makes the unknown known. Falling out of love reverses the process.