When you begin a journey of revenge, start by digging two graves: one for your enemy, and one for yourself.

These days her entire life was about making people believe she was someone she wasn't anymore.

When you're different, sometimes you don't see the millions of people who accept you for what you are. All you notice is the person who doesn't.

Just because it's fiction doesn't mean it's any less true.

The night is falling down around us. Meteors rain like fireworks, quick rips in the seam of the dark... Every second, another streak of silver glows: parentheses, exclamation points, commas - a whole grammar made of light, for words too hard to speak.

May be you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.

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