An eye for an eye." "And the whole world goes blind," Coral puts in quietly.

It's like there's a filter set up in my brain, except instead of making things better, it twists everything around so what comes out of my mouth is totally wrong, totally different from what I was thinking.

It's as though the words are trapped, buried under past fears, past lives, like fossils compressed under layers of dirt.

What is beauty? Beauty is no more than a trick; a delusion; the influence of excited particles and electrons colliding in your eyes, jostling in your brain like a bunch of overeager school children, about to be released on break. Will you let yourself be deluded? Will you let yourself be decieved? -"On Beauty and Falsehood," The New Philosophy, by Ellen Dorpshire

His secret name, which belongs to me, and to him, and to no one else.

You should only fall in love with people who will fall in love with you back.

Music, I think, he makes me feel like music