For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel.

Fiction takes us to places that we would never otherwise go, and puts us behind eyes that are not our own.

They could not truly look dead, because they did not ever look alive.

My heart… It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn’t belong to me any more. It belongs to you.

Empathy is a tool for building people into groups, for allowing us to function as more than self-obsessed individuals.

You shine like a beacon in a dark world.

Lies and half-truths fall like snow, covering the things that I remember, the things I saw. A landscape, unrecognizable after a snowfall; that is that she has made of my life.