There was no lifeboat here in these deep, killing waters, not even a lighthouse, marking the way back to shore with its soft amber promise. There was only the storm of Barrons and the one I seemed to be, and if there were dark shapes moving in the waters beneath my feet that I should probably take a good hard look at and possibly reconsider trying to swim here, I didn’t care.

It‘s funny how, when things seem the darkest, moments of beauty present themselves in the most unexpected places.

The only reality you can control is the one you're willing to face.

Fear and doubt are major stampeders.

I love books, they're in my blood.

When do these three days expire?" "That's what pisses me off. I don't know. He was annoyingly vague." "The nerve. Threatening you and not being precise about it.

We're taking back the night