Maybe love was superstition, a prayer we said to keep the truth of loneliness at bay. I tilted my head back. The stars looked like they were close together, when really they were millions of miles apart. In the end, maybe love just meant longing for something impossibly bright and forever out of reach.

I'm perfectly capable of being stupid on my own.

Don't argue. Never deign to deny. Meet insults with laughter.

People, particularly big men carrying big rifles, don't expect lip from a scrawny thing like me. They always look a bit dazed when they get it.

You and I are going to change the world.

Grief had its own life, took its own sustenance.

Na razrusha'ya. I am not ruined. E'ya razrushost. I am ruination.