Truth casts a spell of its own.
You are unique, and this is a beautiful, beautiful thing, grasshopper.
I'm like everyone else in this stupid, bloody, amazing world. I'm flawed. Impossibly so. But hopeful. I'm still me.
The dark does not weep for itself because there is no light. Rather, it accepts that it is the dark.
I love you for who you are, not who the world thinks you should be.
What took you so long?” Will asked when Evie came panting into the room. He and Jericho had assembled a stack of books, which they were tucking into Will’s attaché case. “I walked to Jerusalem for the Bible. I knew you’d want an original,” Evie snapped.