My hatred gives me strength.

And if there is no god? You act as if there is, and it's the same thing.

Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow.

They say drugs are not the answer, but really, what is the question?

In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars. What was the point in just being hurt on the inside? It should bloody well show.

When most people looked at Josie Tyrell, they only saw a certain collection of bones, a selection of forms filling space. But Michael saw past the mouth and the eyes, the architecture of the body, her fleshly masquerade. Other boys were happy enough to enjoy the show, they just wanted to be entertained in the body's shadow theater. But Michael had to come backstage. He went down into the mines, into the dark, and brought up the gold, your new self, a better self. But what good was it if he was just going to leave her behind?

Dawn has a way of casting a pall on any night magic.