You mean he came to your school? The scandalous rodent-loaf!

Like attracts like, beauty finds beauty, and freaks look on from the smoking section, aching.

Creatures with no dreams of their own can do naught but destroy the dreams of others.

When you are young, hone your craft and write shorter pieces instead of novels, because it's really hard to finish a novel.

Rapture cults had packed their suitcases and were massing together in great vigils, waiting for the end. "All bogus," she'd told Zuzana. "Just a bunch of crackpots waiting for the Apocalypse." "Because, fun, right?" Zuzana rubbed her hands together in mock glee. "Oh, boy. The Apocalypse!" "Right? I know. How much does your life have to suck to want the Apocalypse?

The choice I mean is to protect our own innocents from the seraphim, instead of slaughtering theirs." "There are no innocent seraphim, said the wolf." "That's what they say when they kill our children.

And they were quiet but their blood and nerves and butterflies were not—they were rampantly alive, rushing and thrumming in a wild and perfect melody, matched note for note.