The only characters I ever don't like are ones that leave no impression on me. And I don't write characters that leave no impression on me.

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

I stare at her collarbone that's framed with lace, the hollow of her throat, her shoulders that rise with each rise with the weight of her next breath. We're fragile things. Our bones show through our skin. What would any god want with us?

My worries always lead to dungeons; I can't imagine a worse thing than to be imprisoned for the rest of one's life, especially with so few years to enjoy what little there is.

who once had dreams of saving the world, now laughs at anyone who tries.

I should not have loved my daughter as I did. Not in this world in which nothing lives for long. You children are flies. You are roses. You multiply and die.

Humans are the absolute worst thing to happen to this planet.