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?

Haven't you always been more than yourself? Haven't we all? We are none of us just one thing.

Claude rubs the back of his neck and wrinkles his nose, about to tell me he was never sad. I believe this is called bravado and is not limited to lawyers, or even men, although that combination makes it almost unavoidable.

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

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

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

I cannot perch among those who think that I am broken.