Yuyeh sesh. Despise your heart. Ni weh sesh. I have no heart.

I like to have powerful enemies. Makes me feel important.

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 think the first trick to writing a feminist work is to write plenty of women. That way you get to write characters, instead of worrying about paradigms.

Weakness is a guise. Wear it when they need to know you're human, but never when you feel it.

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

The less you say, the more weight your words will carry.