I wonder about death, I who may never know it. It looks much like ecstacy, the way they open their mouths as they drown, the way their fingers dig into your skin. Their eyes are wide and startled and they trash in your hands as though with an excess of passion.

That’s family for you. Can’t live with them, can’t murder them.

Once, there was a girl who vowed she would save everyone in the world, but forgot herself.

Those who really love you don't mean to hurt you and if they do, you can't see it in their eyes but it hurts them too.

It's not that I don't know that it's a bad idea. It's that, lately, bad ideas have a particular hold over me.

The more powerful you become, the more others will find ways to master you. They'll do it through those you love and those you hate. They will find the bit and the bridle that fits your mouth and will make you yield.

You carried my heart in your hands tonight," he said. "But I have felt as if you carried it long before that.