I changed the world; the world changed me. Everything you do comes back to you. When you affect a situation, you are also affected.

I do not want to pass the time. I want to grab hold of it and leave my mark upon the world.

How can my ankles and arms be obscene?

The desperation meeting the silence with its unmasked wish.

There was something about the island that made the girls forget who they had been. All those rules and shalt nots. They were no longer waiting for some arbitrary grade. They were no longer performing. Waiting. Hoping. They were becoming. They were.

What if evil doesn't really exist? What if evil is something dreamed up by man, and there is nothing to struggle against except out own limitations? The constant battle between our will, our desires, and our choices?

"Promise. Don't misunderstand me-you are quite vexing." He touches his tender jaw. "And you hit like a man. But you didn't cause his illness. That is his doing."