There is nothing foolish about hope.

You are what your creators and experiences have made you, like every other being in this universe. Accept that and be done; I tire of your whining.

And in that sliver of time, I felt the power around me coalesce, malice-hard and sharp as crystal. That this analogy occurred to me should have been a warning.

Love betrayed has an entirely different sound from hatred outright.

Fortunately, where reason failed, blind panic served well enough.

They live forever. But many of them are even more lonely and miserable than we are. Why do you think they bother with us? We teach them life's value.

So here is why I write what I do: We all have futures. We all have pasts. We all have stories. And we all, every single one of us, no matter who we are and no matter what’s been taken from us or what poison we’ve internalized or how hard we’ve had to work to expel it – – we all get to dream.