I suppose I should have died right then from pure misery and self-pity, but if those things were fatal, no one would ever make it past thirteen years old.

“...being torn apart by far too many loyalties that could not possibly live toge…”

“¿Acaso no estábamos todos locos cuando dormíamos? ¿Qué era el sueño, al fin y a…”

“Could this be the Apocalypse ?”

“Dexter the Magnificent, who doth bestride the world like a Colossus, many lovel…”