How could you tell if your instincts were just hope in disguise, and if your hope was really desperation parading as possibility?

Long life is a burden, when it's spent in misery.

We only get to be one person; we don't even get to choose that person. By the time we get ahold of ourselves, we are pieces already in play.

Just then, lit only by the flicker of his wings,the sight of him was so..right somehow. He was right. It made no sense at all, but the feeling flooded through Karou

Is it good or bad?" she asked Issa. The wrong question, she knew. She just couldn't help herself. "It's both, sweet girl," said Issa. "like everything.

If it's not chocolate, it's not breakfast.

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