The twin gods, Necessity and Chance, walked among the stars. What needed to be, was; what might be, sometimes was.

Was it probably true that reasoning beings were equal? It seemed more like a belief than a fact, even if I agreed with it. If you followed logic all the way back to its origin, did you inevitably end up at point of illogic, an article of faith?

I had felt the shot coming; I hadn't realized the bow was loaded with this very quarrel, perfectly calibrated to hit him hardest. What part of me had been studying him, stockpiling knowledge as ammunition?

Metaphor is awkward, but emotion, by its nature, leaves you no more scalable approach.

For future reference: do not underestimate the seductive power of math.

I was drawn to his aloofness, the way cats gravitate toward people who’d rather avoid them.

Your lies didn't stop me loving you; your truth hasn't stopped me either.