Blood is a strange color. It's darker than you expect it to be.

I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.

It is a gift. You cannot earn it, or it ceases to be a gift.

...there is power in self-sacrifice.

I am selfish. I am brave.

The first step to loving someone else is to recognize the evil in ourselves, so we can forgive them.

I can’t answer either question. But the look she gives me reminds me of the look in the attack dog’s eyes in the aptitude test – a vicious, predatory stare. She wants to rip me to pieces. I can’t lie down in submission now. I have become an attack dog too.