You almost hold up your piece of paper and say, ‘The girl I like just gave me a treasure map to herself.’ But you don’t. You just don’t.

So, you wouldn't marry me." "Ridiculous question. I'm eighteen!" "Oh, it's an age thing?" He frowned. "You don't mean wild oats, do you? We're not going to have some stupid break so you can experience other---" Zuzana put a hand over his mouth. "Gross. Don't even say it.

Take up a weapon and you become an instrument with as pure a purpose as the weapon itself: to find arteries and open them, limbs and sever them; to take what is alive and deliver it unto death.

Once upon a time, an angel lay dying in the mist. And a devil knelt over him and smiled.

You really think joy is easier to come by than pain? What have you had more of?

It was as if she had emitted a pulse of radiation that reached him even where he stood, and it bathed him and it burned him.

How much does your life have to suck to want the Apocalypse?