I am the Executioner. Murder someone in my town, and I’m the one that you get to see. Once.

Here's the secret to finishing that first book. Don't rewrite as you go.

You cannot die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your chest aches as if it is breaking. Grief dims with time. It is the way of things. There comes a day when you smile again, and you feel like a traitor. How dare I feel happy. How dare I be glad in a world where my father is no more. And then you cry fresh tears, because you do not miss him as much as you once did, and giving up your grief is another kind of death.

That was the problem with loving people: it made you weak. It made you need them. It made the thought of not having them the worst thing in the world.

Give a truly good person power, and they’re still a good person. Give a bad person power, and they’re still a bad person. The question is always about the person in between. The one that isn’t evil, or good, but just ordinary. You don’t always know what an ordinary person is like on the inside.

Everyone wants to grow up to be a faerie princess. Trust me, It's overrated

Sex was never as neat as the movies made it. Real sex was messy. Good sex was messier.