The thing people don't realize, God bless them, is that my books are supposed to suck.

I'd been broken beyond repair.

Of course, then you nearly crushed to death in front of my eyes. Later I thought of a perfectly good excuse for why I acted at that moment - because if I hadn't saved you, if your blood had been spilled there in front of me, I don't think I could have stopped myself from exposing us for what we are. But I only thought of that excuse later. At the time, all I could think was, 'Not her.

As if you could outrun me.

Perhaps there could be no joy on this planet without an equal weight of pain to balance it out on some unknown scale.

History was easy, but I don't know about the Calculus. It seemed like it was making sense, so that probably means I failed.

I like it when pessimism goes unrewarded.