Can you truly love anyone if you do not first love yourself? If you hate yourself, can you love anyone else? If you do not accept all of who you are, can you accept anyone else? Hard questions. It remains to be seen whether I get any answers, hard, or otherwise.

A crowd is an elemental thing. A word, a glance, and a crowd becomes a mob.

There are some things more important than physical survival. You gotta be able to look at yourself in the mirror.

In chains and darkness, wherefore should I stay, And mourn in prison, while I keep the key.

I hated missing the end of anything. I was always convinced that the bit I'd miss would be the best part.

Rafael, the Rat King, stared at the carnage with black-button eyes. "She is dead." "Ding dong, the witch is dead.

Is death such a high price to pay, when you will die anyway?