There weren’t any fairy tales in the streets around me. If there was ever a Cinderella, her glass slippers shattered under her weight and she limped home bleeding from the ball.

Madness is surprisingly freeing.

Danger is a side effect of what I do, not the reason behind it.

The difference between the truth and a lie is that both of them can hurt, but only one will take the time to heal you afterward.

Jan built herself an ivory tower to keep the wolves out; she never dreamed they were already inside.

That's the nice thing about insanity: evil people kill you, but crazy ones try to make you understand.

Life as the chosen religious figure for a colony of cryptid mice can be a lot of things, but it's definitely never boring.