Some promises aren’t worth keeping.

All friendships are negotiations of power.

Jones looks like he wants to slug me, which is only subtly different from his usual way of looking at me like I'm a slug.

Occasionally, there are battles in the sky. One likes to imagine the angels are always triumphant. One does not like to think of the ancient and terrible scales balancing the infernal and divine as wobbling back and forth. Tilting freely, to and fro. One does not like to think that sometimes it is the angel that falls.

I would remain nearer you for what time there is." "Gone in one faerie sigh," she quoted. Leather-clad fingers brushed over her short hair, rested on her cheek. "I can hold my breath.

They say that nameless things change constantly—that names fix them in place like pins.

I want you and I hate wanting things and I especially hate admitting I want them.