Are you ever not a pessimist?" "Sometimes. But then I wake up.
Time never runs backward when I need it to. Not for me, and not for anyone else.
My dear October, we are bound by an enchanted rose made from the hair of a Duchess, and my blood is covering your hand. You can learn anything you wish to know about me merely by licking you fingers." Tybalt laughed a little. "Yes, you may ask me a question.
She laughed like she'd just invented laughter.
That’s the trouble with being scared all the time. Eventually, people just go numb.
Now I'm a God, but tomorrow, when you have to stop me from playing with dead things again, you'll be right back to calling me an idiot, won't you?