It is the face of a girl who has seen the world, who realizes that it hates her, and who hates it in return.

The months fall to shards at my feet.

I'll tell you something about true love. There's no science to it. It's as natural as the sky.

We accept gods that don't speak to us. We accept gods that would place us in a world filled with injustices and do nothing as we struggle. It's easier than accepting that there's nothing out there at all, and that, in our darkest moments, we are truly alone.

The seeds are tiny, unborn things, and I resent them. They'll be planted and they'll grow into exactly what they're meant to be.

She's beautiful and graceful, and she is very compassionate and loyal when you aren't responsible for the murder of her family.

There is no choice for him but to believe. He has nothing left to give in offering.