The trouble with wanting something is the fear of losing it, or never getting it. The thought makes you weak.

I felt the rise of that old familiar feeling. I hated it. I welcomed it.

There are things in life you cannot choose: how you feel.

Life knows two miseries; getting what you don't want and not getting what you want.

Like all the bad things in my life, it started with the death of a woman. I couldn't save her.

I don’t know about angels, but it’s fear that gives men wings.

Your past is like pieces of a broken mirror. You try to pick them up, but you only end up cutting yourself.

I might have laughed, if I had remembered how.

All she had told me is that someone wanted us dead. The way she was acting, I was the only one in danger here.

Kissing her, I think of the cold laws of cause and effect.