She carried a knife inside of herself now, one that was always cutting her. She could feel it every time she swallowed, every time her thoughts strayed from the splendor of the wild.

Maybe they didn't want you to realize that every civilization has its weakness. There's always one thing we depend on. And if someone takes it away all that's left is some story in a history class.

maybe when you look at your face 50 times its really not that interesting anymore

The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit.

Good books make you ask questions. Bad readers want everything answered.

Come on, it's almost midnight. Let's go watch them cut the cake.

I feel like sometimes my best friend is not my best friend but my mortal enemy