Freddie often fold me that you’ve got to be happy when you can, because life won’t wait for you to take the time. And she was right.
Revenge. Justice. Love. They are the three stories that all other stories are made up of. It’s the trifecta.
Sunshine, if I ever disappear, please tell people that I ran after the Devil, trying to get my soul back.
Once upon a time I thought I could change stories, make them go the way I wanted, instead of where they actually went.
It took strength to be quiet. It took strength to be kind. It took strength to let other people’s cruelty bounce right off of you.
When you look into the darkness, the darkness looks into you.
All good Heroes are scared, if they know the evil they face.
River had never lost his cool, not since I’d know him. That was the thing about River. He was calm. Calm as a summer’s day. Calm as a gentle nap in the sun. Even when girls were fainting and men were slitting their throats in front of you.
We both fell asleep wrapped up together with the wolves still lullaby-ing us in the background
People like you don’t go mad, Vi. They’re quiet on the outside and loud on the inside and sane as the day is long