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

The trick was looking past the illusion, because the exit was never as far away as it seemed.

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

Even the human race can't claim to be natural anymore. We are fake, dying things. How fitting that I would end up in this sham of a marriage.

I wonder if she has figured out that I'll never love Linden, especially not in the way she does, and that he'll never love anyone the way he loves her. I wonder if she realizes, despite all her efforts to train me, that I can never take her place.

I think he's beginning to understand, and understanding is a horrible thing.

Write words you’re willing to burn at the stake for. Write words you’d believe in even if the rest of the world didn’t.