In the end, the Wheel crushes us all.

I haven't left a mark on the world, but is that so bad? Considering how deeply the world has marked me?

Aunt Mercy put down her tiles, one at a time. I-T-C-H-I-N. Aunt Grace leaned closer to the board, squinting. "Mercy Lynne, you're cheatin' again! What kinda word is that? Use it in a sentence." "I'm itchin' ta have some a that white cake." "That's not how you spell it." At least one of them could spell. Aunt Grace pulled one of the tiles off the board. "There's no T in itchin'." Or not.

In the end, the Wheel crushes us all.

All that destiny garbage. Nobody can decide what happens to you. Nobody but you.

So you are a vampire." "I most certainly am not." He looked annoyed. "That's such a common phrase, such a cliche, and so unflattering. I suppose you believe in werewolves and aliens too. I blame television.

I guess this was what it felt like to love someone and feel like you had lost them. Even when you were still holding them in your arms.