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She tasted of fairytales
Alas. I am not an option.
I've always been a reader and a writer.
We dreamed together of the world remade.
Bitter, bitter, this desolation of angels.
Don't I deserve to finally be free of you?
If it's not chocolate, it's not breakfast.
I will do just as you wish,' said no cat ever.
She moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.
Long life is a burden, when it's spent in misery.
I'm going to be the scariest grandma in the world.
Oh, gross. Your stomach is full of butterfly barf!
The audacity to love. Do you know what a gift that is?
It’s not stalking if you don't follow them home, right?
Wishes are false. Hope is true. Hope makes its own magic.
Nothing made you feel so useless as another person's grief.
You mean he came to your school? The scandalous rodent-loaf!
How much does your life have to suck to want the Apocalypse?
Follow me," said Karou. As if he could have done anything else.
Peace is more than the absence of war. Peace is accord. Harmony.
If only it were that easy to let go of hate. Just relax your face.
And just so you know, the invaders are always the bad guys. Always.
What can a soldier do when mercy is treason, and he is alone in it?
It's all a quilt of fairy tales with a patch here and there of truth.
A wave of weariness took him. How could life be so unrelentingly ugly?
I will give them nightmares to haunt their dreams long after I'm gone.
...I said I was sorry.” “Be sorry, then. Just be sorry somewhere else.
As long as you're alive, there's always a chance things will get better.
...magic was ugly—-a hard bargain with the universe, a calculus of pain.
Once upon a time, an angel and a devil fell in love. It did not end well.
Is that all souls are for? For when we die?" "No. They're for living, too.
Life doesn’t need magic to be magical. (But a little bit sure doesn’t hurt.)
Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?
...something was starting to take shape, out of magic and will. Smoke and bone.
It was brave," countered Issa. "It was rare. It was love, and it was beautiful.
You really think joy is easier to come by than pain? What have you had more of?
And there's no better way to thaw a face, as it turns out, than with another face.
The truth, she found, felt smooth, like a skipping stone in the palm of your hand.
Your heart is not wrong. Your heart is your strength. You don't have to be ashamed.
Creatures with no dreams of their own can do naught but destroy the dreams of others.
Mercy, she had discovered, made mad alchemy: a drop of it could dilute a lake of hate.
It was interesting the way a small hate could grow inside a big hate and take it over.
Was there any fate more bitter than to get what you long for most, when it's too late?
It was funny, she thought, but her smile turned wistful because she had nobody to tell.
With the infinite patience of one who has learned to live broken, he awaited her return.
There are other ways of showing someone you love them, such as fetching them out of Hell.
Like attracts like, beauty finds beauty, and freaks look on from the smoking section, aching.
Infinities are not for casual exploration. You could fall and keep falling. You could get lost.
A pause came between them, and it was so full of Akiva that Karou imagined she could smell him.
Thank you, but we respectfully decline your overture, being more enjoyably occupied at present.