Do you know why the leaves change colour?... Before a tree sheds a leaf it pumps it full of all the poison it can't rid itself of otherwise. That red there--that's a man's skin blotching with burst veins after an assassin spikes his last meal with roto-weed. The poison spreading through him before he dies.

She'll never love you better than she loves her own children.

Anything that you cannot sacrifice pins you. Makes you predictable, makes you weak.

All lives are tales. Some spread, and grow in the telling. Others are just told between us and the gods, muttered back and forth behind our days, but those tales grow too and shake us just as fierce.

Sometime, It's easier to love someone with flaws you can forgive in return for them forgiving yours.

The biggest lies we save for ourselves.

something in me had got broken, but not so broken I didn't remember what it was.