Peace is purchased in the currency of loss.
Renounce love and you can achieve demonic focus.
My parents believe in the happy endings to the stories of their children.
Snow makes cities innocent again, reveals the frailty of the human gesture against the void.
Literature is humanity's broad-minded alter-ego, with room in its heart for monsters, even for you. It's humanity without the judgement.
Once you've stopped loving someone breaking his or her heart's just an unpleasant chore you have to get behind you. My God, you really don't love me anymore, do you? No matter your decency the victim's incredulity's potentially hilarious. You manage not to laugh.