There are those who labor in the darkness, that the rest of us might live in the light.

We’re here, and then we’re gone, and it’s not about the time we’re here, but what we do with the time.

When I woke up in you, Cassie. I wasn't fully human until I saw myself in your eyes." And then there are real human tears in his real human eyes, and it's my turn to hold him while his heart breaks. My turn to see myself in his eyes.

So often the monsters that crowd our minds are nothing more than the strange and thoroughly alien progeny of our own fearful fantasies.

Time for the world to end.

There are those who labor in the darkness, that the rest of us might live in the light.

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?