Light coursed through Karou and darkness chased it-burning through her, chilling her, shimmer and shadow, ice and fire, blood and starlight, rushing, roaring, filling her.

Humanity, perhaps, that quality of benevolence that humans have, without irony, named after themselves.

I want to touch with my mouth. His mouth, with my mouth. Maybe his neck, too. But first things first: Make him aware I exist. It’s possible that he is already aware, if only in a ‘don't step on the small girl’ kind of way.

If only it were that easy to let go of hate. Just relax your face.

You have only to begin, Lir. Mercy breeds mercy as slaughter breeds slaughter. We can’t expect the world to be better than we make it.

Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?

A dream dirty and bruised is better than no dream at all.