And he made love to her, offering his body in both tenderness and anger, unsure which was the best way to pass her bits of his soul so that she could patch her own with it

There was no black or white. Someone who had been good her entire life could, in fact, do something evil. People were just as capable of committing murder, under the right circumstances, as any monster.

Envy, after all, comes from wanting something that isn't yours. But grief comes from losing something you've already had.

You have everything. A family, a great job, a lot of people who look up to you. You've got a place to go home to. So go.

You can't exist in this world without leaving a piece of yourself behind.

She became whoever she needed to be to survive,but she never let anyone else define her.

After all, once you know that part of something exists, it stands to reason that the rest of it is somewhere out there, too.