Self-pity is egotism undiluted, after all—self-centeredness in its purest form.
Cruelty isn't a personality trait. Cruelty is a habit.
There are times when fear is not our enemy. There are times when fear is our truest, sometimes only, friend.
It's an either/or world now.
I was woefully ignorant in the social graces. I was being raised, after all, by Pellinore Warthrop.
There was, like, this black hole where the world used to be, and we were both falling toward it. What could we hold on to?