You and me, we look out for each other. But I will take care of you a little extra, because I am your person, and you will always be my special horse.
Apparently profanity had a way of making men listen.
No serum can vhange who you are. Nor should you change. Genius or madness–it al depends on who’s telling the story.
Sometimes you have to embrace the darkness to stop it.
The ways of men and women are such a puzzle. And I could barely decipher my own feelings, let along anyone else’s.
Believing in nothing except the truth of Montgomery, who for all his faults was as steady as the sea, as honest as the sun. My eyes watered with unexpected tears, and I kissed him harder, desperately. It wasn’t a happy ending.
Call it sentimentality. Call it curiosity. Just don’t call it madness.
Perhaps they never die at all. I quite believe that myself, and it is a comfort, don’t you think? That there is a place where no one ever grows old?
Flesh, blood, bone–the body is only a container for who we truly are inside.
I am a monster because I have too much of something.