There was pain, but there was also joy. It was in the tension between the two that life happened. Imperfect as it was, this world was real. Illusion was no substitute. I’d rather live a hard life of fact than a sweet life of lies.
The battle had been invisible to the naked eye, but the hardest ones are.
If V’lane were a signpost, it would read Abandon All Personal Will, Ye Who Tread Here.
You’re Mac, and I’m Jericho. And nothing else matters.
Those who were so long imprisoned in ice and darkness seem to find the sunlight jarring, painful. The longer I walk around with this grief inside me, the more I understand that. It’s as if sunshine is a slap in the face that says, Look, the world’s all bright and shiny! Too bad you’re not.
Irony, perfect definition: that for which I want to possess it, I would no longer want once I possessed it.
Who would ever understand me?
I am a kite in a tornado, but I have a long string.
Silence isn’t golden, it’s deadly. It’s a vacuum that fills up with ghosts.
Safety is a fence, and fences are for sheep.
He is in my soul and i am in his, and we are in bed but we are in a desert, and i do not know where he begins and i end – Mac.
The inspector ate only two of my tiny sandwiches: the first because he hadnt expected it to taste so awful; the second, I think, because hed thought surely the first must have been a mistake.
I’d never been turned on by the Ken doll – even before I looked down his pants and saw what was missing.
I’d turn and run but I’m anchored by two dudes that could hold the Titanic during a tsunami.
The wound you refuse to dress is one that will never heal. You gush lifeblood and never even know why. It will make you weak at a critical moment when you need to be strong.
Some people fall apart when they get hurt. Puddle into apathy and despair and never recover. They wait all their lives for someone to come along and rescue them.
Fear and doubt are major stampeders.
He closes his hand around mine and I hold on. I like his hand. It’s big and holds easy but sure. It’s the kind of hold that says, I got you if you want me, but I’ll let you go if you feel like running for a while.
Just one time before I turn into the villain of this piece, just one time before I become the fourth and final Unseelie prince, I want to be her Highlander. And her hero.
They loved so intensely that moments of their life have been etched into the very fabric of the mansion. Some say the king designed it that way, so if one day he lost her he could come live with her residue.