Humans, if nothing else, have the good sense to die.

Please, trust me, I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.

There are moments when you can only stand and stare, watching the world forget you as you remove yourself from it - when you overcome it and cease to exist as the person you were.

...to swear with a ferocity that can only be described as a talent.

When she came to write her story, she would wonder when the books and the words started to mean not just something, but everything.

I'm having bigger problems when I'm writing.

I always marvel at the humans' ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces.