No name-calling truly bites deep unless, in some dark part of us, we believe it. If we are confident enough then it is just noise.

Death, jewelry, or magic; it sounded like Valentine's Day.

Everyone spends their lives trying to balance their world between good and evil.

True love means you love the real person, not an ideal that you have in your head and superimpose over them. That's illusion and lies to me.

The only good enemy is a dead enemy.

Surely being in love doesn't cause you to lose your sense of good taste. If I ever buy a gown with sequins on it, someone just shoot me.

I don't have a master. I'm not sure if I have an equal.