His coworker was velvety-skinned, a sexy boy-on-the-cusp-of man.

Woman, you are a thousand kinds of fool.

I love music because it's so fecking brilliant. Music is math, and math is the structure of everything and pretty much perfect.

Try a rocket launcher. Think maybe you could manage to hit me with that?

I can smell you, Ms. Lane," he said, even more softly. "The only blood on you is from your veins, not your womb." My head whipped to the left and I stared at him. Ok, that was one of the more disturbing things he'd ever said to me.

There’s no point in fighting the tide. It ebbs. It flows. You ride it.

Although it may not seem like it, this isn’t a story about darkness. It’s about light. Kahlil Gibran says Your joy can fill you only as deeply your sorrow has carved you. If you’ve never tasted bitterness, sweet is just another pleasant flavor on your tongue. One day I’m going to hold a lot of joy.