Mortals always want something more- they wish for money, but what they're really after is to be carefree. Power when what they really want is control. Beauty when they want love. Sometimes they know it, sometimes they don't

The cruelest thing, hope, the way it strings you along, the way it makes you believe.

How could I possibly try to pretend the sunlight doesn’t exist, now that it’s taken so much of me?

Freedom of speech doesn't mean freedom from judgement.

My sister has the heart of an artist with a hatchet and an eye patch. And I, we both now know, have a heart that is undeniably, irreparably different.

Maybe all you can do, when your world is burning, is hold on to the thing you love the most.

I am confident, I am capable, and I will not wait to be rescued by a woodsman or a hunter.