Here's what I think," I say and my voice is stronger and thoughts are coming, thoughts that trickle into my noise like whispers of truth. "I think maybe everybody falls," I say. "I think maybe we all do. And I don't think that's the asking." I pull on her arms gently to make sure she's listening. "I think the asking is whether we get back up again.

I'll find you- Keep calling for me, Viola- Cuz here I come.

Sometimes witches merit saving. Quite often, actually. You'd be surprised.

We are the choices we make. And have to make. We aren’t anything else.

He was still alive. Which was the worst thing that could have happened.

Without a filter, a man is just chaos walking.

Life ain't fair. It ain't. Not never. It's pointless and stupid and there's only suffering and pain and people who want to hurt you. You can't love nothing or no one cuz it'll all be taken away or ruined and you'll be left alone and constantly having to fight, constantly having to run just to stay alive.