I was a slave to something he believed to be silly and superstitious: the idea that all life was worth defending and that nothing justified surrender to the forces of destruction.

I would kill for a cheeseburger. Honestly. If I stumbled across someone eating a cheeseburger, I would kill them for it.

You know how sometimes you tell yourself that you have a choice, but really you don't have a choice? Just because there are alternatives doesn't mean they apply to you.

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?

You can’t force yourself to trust. So you put all your doubts in a little box and bury it deep and then try to forget where you buried it

We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece.

Cruelty isn't a personality trait. Cruelty is a habit.