I'm so into you, it's not even funny. (Naomi & Ely's No Kiss List)

There is no such thing as a soulmate...and who would want there to be? I don't want half of a shared soul. I want my own damn soul.

Males are the most incomprehensible species.

The desert adapts. The people adapt. Live. Die. Struggle. Suffer. Create. The people in the real world beyond Demesne's ring are not all manufactured perfection. They deal.

What's better, I wonder - to be a toy for the humans, or to control your own destiny , even if the only way to do so is suicide?

But, you see, that's the luxury of being a lout - you get to be selective about when you care and when you don't. The rest of us get stuck when your care goes shallow.

You bookish little pervert.