There is a certain fate to the universe and a certain randomness.
Sometimes the loudest cries for help are silent.
Years fly by, but the heart stays in the same place.
The ugliest truth, in the end, was still better than the prettiest of lies.
..."better to have loved and lost" bullshit. Don't show me paradise and then burn it down.
Sometimes even when the book is over I dont know whos good and whos bad. Its really more interesting, I think, to write about gray characters than it is to write about black and white.