Home is not a place, but rather, the people you love

Part of growing up was learning not to be quite that honest - learning when it was better to lie, rather than to hurt someone with the truth.

You can fool yourself, you know. You'd think it's impossible, but it turns out it's the easiest thing of all.

A fire can't burn forever. Eventually, it consumes itself.

let me tell you what happens when you cook down the syrup of loss over the open fire of sorrow: it solidfies into something wlaw. not grief, like you'd expect, or even regret. no, it gets thick as paste, black as ash; yet it isn't until you dip a finger in and feel that sharp taste dissolving on your tounge that you realize this is angel in its purest form, unrefined; a substance to be weighed and measyred and spread.

The jury is supposed to be twelve peers, but technically that would mean every single person on the jury should have Asperger's syndrome, because then they'd really understand me.

It is the things you cannot see coming that are strong enough to kill you.