Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love. It did not end well.
Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there’s no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.
Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?
Wishes are false. Hope is true. Hope makes its own magic.
It is a condition of monsters that they do not perceive themselves as such. The dragon, you know, hunkered in the village devouring maidens, heard the townsfolk cry ‘Monster!’ and looked behind him.
Your soul sings to mine. My soul is yours, and it always will be, in any world. No matter what happens. I need you to remember that I love you.
She moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.
Hey! My body may be small, but my soul is large. It’s why I wear platforms. So I can reach the top of my soul.
Oh, Hell. Must. Mate. Immediately.
Peace is more than the absence of war. Peace is accord. Harmony.
Happiness. It was the place where passion, with all its dazzle and drumbeat, met something softer: homecoming and safety and pure sunbeam comfort. It was all those things, intertwined with the heat and the thrill, and it was as bright within her as a swallowed star.
A dream dirty and bruised is better than no dream at all.
How much does your life have to suck to want the Apocalypse?
I am one of billions. I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form. I will be ungathered. The stardust will go on to be other things someday and I will be free.