When I was young I was a fool. So wrap me up in dreams and death.

When you die, they can make you into diamonds now. It’s scientific. That’s how I want to be remembered. I want to shine.

I liked myths. They weren't adult stories and they weren't children's stories. They were better than that. They just were.

People kill what they fear. They burned, and drowned, and hanged those they saw as witches, the devil's servants: the wise women and the cunning men, the unfortunate, the lost and the strange

If not for Death, they’d be content to simply exist, but with Death, well, their lives will have meaning — a boundary beyond which the living cannot cross.

I saw the world I had walked since my birth and I understood how fragile it was, that the reality was a thin layer of icing on a great dark birthday cake writhing with grubs and nightmares and hunger.

They were not my friends, after all. They were just the people I went to school with.