Can't get away from your own self.

I thought I was getting better at this. I thought I was starting to make peace with being in love with a girl who despises me, but I don't think I'm so okay with it after all. Somewhere along the line I made a dark bargain with the universe without ever really being aware of it--a bargain that if I was allowed to see her, even if we never spoke, then I could live with that. And now a week without her has swallowed up all of my rational thinking. I feel like a junkie, sick for my next fix and not sure when it will come.

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.

A stray dog, I might understand," she said. "But this? You are too softhearted." No, Mabry," Ravus said. "I am not." He looked in Val's direction. "I think she wants to die." Maybe you can help her after all," Mabry said. "You're good at helping people die.

Let me look out for you. Let your enemies become mine.

It makes you a different person, to not have a past. It eats away at who you are, until what’s left is all construct, all artifice.

My head is pounding. I wish the mints were aspirin.