We each survive in our own way.

If you can learn to endure pain, you can survive anything. Some people learn to embrace it- to love it. Some endure it through drowning it in sorrow, or by making themselves forget. Others turn it into anger.

You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love.

I claim you, Rowan Whitethorn. I don't care what you say and how much you protest. I claim you as my friend.

Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them.

The people you love are just weapons that will be used against you.

I worry because I care. Gods help me, I know I shouldn't, but I do. So I will always tell you to be careful, because I will always care what happens.