“I used to think fear either numbed or nudged. Now I knew fear did neither. Fear was a key that fit every person's hollow spaces---those things that kept us cold at night and that place where we ret...”

“Fear was a reminder that even the insubstantial could kill. But insubstantial meant it had no shape. It couldn't be conquered or tamed or avoided. Only moved through, with force and will.”

“All war is philosophical. That's why we call it war. Strip it of its paint and it's nothing more than murder.”

“Beauty, coveted though it was, could not outlive you. Only actions would.”

“Existence is the gift. Life is a choice.”

“Surviving isn't just about cutting out your heart and burning every feeling into ash. Sometimes it means taking whatever is thrown at you, beautiful or grotesque, poisonous or blissful, and carving...”

“here she is, all mine, trying her best to give me all she can. How could I ever hurt her? But I didnt understand then. That I could hurt somebody so badly she would never recover. That a person can...”

“Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.”

“Everyone always wants to know how you can tell when it's true love, and the answer is this: when the pain doesn't fade and the scars don't heal, and it's too damned late.”

“It's strange how a word, a phrase, a sentence, can feel like a blow to the head.”

“It's strange how a word, a phrase, a sentence, can feel like a blow to the head.”