It's a total lie to say there's only one person you're going to be with for the rest of your life. If you're lucky - and if you try really hard - there will always be more than one.

People come to New York to be different, but I go to Starbucks to be the same.

Everyone on this island wants something kept quiet. I want to roar

We all just took the bookstore at its word, because if you couldn't trust a bookstore, what could you trust?

The humans create life, and senselessly cause death. For nothing.

There. I've said everything I wanted to say without actually having to use the words "please stay

They were tricky, those demons. Could they be trusted? Of course they could be trusted. She'd created them. She owned them. They wouldn't lead her astray.