So, you reap souls and crush hopes? Is that part of the job, or just a service you offer for free?

There was just no good way for a dead son to greet his mother almost two weeks after his funeral.

I think we should all earn our place in the world. [...] We owe the world something. We owe the world everything.

Great. I'm psychotic and sparkly.

Not even if you fed me your firstborn, still wet and screaming

He was half again my size, but when we embraced, I felt like I was holding him up, and it was all I could do to remain standing. He buried his face in my hair, his body shaking against me with the spasmodic rhythm of unrestrained sobs. It was almost more than I could bear gracefully.

Whatever your weakness, there’s a hellion to exploit it.