I had never been this mad at her before. It was one thing to be attacked by someone you hated, but this was something else. This was the kind of hurt that could only be inflicted by someone you loved, who you thought loved you. It was sort of like being stabbed from the inside out.

In death, lie. In living, cry. Carry me home to remember to be remembered.

Dig deep. Find your way to your soul.

Who burns me and shocks me and shatters me with a single touch.

"Well? Is it true? Did she?" "Did she what?" "You know. Fall outta the crazy tree and hit every branch on the way down?"

If a girl says not to get her a birthday present that means get me a birthday present and make sure it's jewelry.

The mortal world is in a state of Beautiful Chaos and destruction, which will ultimately lead to an exquisite end.