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?

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

The world is seldom so simple that it hinges on us alone.

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

Heaven has fashioned a knife of irony to stab me with.

We were all monsters and bastards, and we were all beautiful.

Did I become court composer through masterful procrastination? Hardly!