I get the strange urge to hit my head against the wall. Other people's sobs make me feel uncomfortable.

He touches my face, covering my cheeks with his hands, sliding his fingertips down my neck, fitting his fingers to the slight curve of my hips. I can't stop.

I am too strong to break so easily, and I become better, sharper, every time I touch him.

We can't be confined to one way of thinking, and that terrifies our leaders. It means we can't be controlled. And it means that no matter what they do, we will always cause trouble for them.

But maybe what I saw as fearless was actually fear under control.

If someone offer you an opportunity to get closer to your enemy, you always take it.

All I want to say is that when you stop being delusional and start feeling desperate because you're too inept to figure this out on your own, you know who to come to.