Even God used silence as a strategy.

For fun? Maybe evil is an art form.

And it's a cold place the world, especially when warmed by arsen.

So she listened hard. And she began to evolve, because stories work their magic that way. They build conviction and erode conviction in equal measure.

The future reshapes the memory of the past in the way it recalibrates significance; some episodes are advanced, others lose purchase.

Just my luck, if I believed in luck. I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is.

This is why you shouldn't fall in love, it blinds you. Love is wicked distraction.