Hers were the pale gray that made you think of nightfall and silver bullets and the edge of winter. The color that filled the sky before it was torn in half by lightening.

“Someone who was happywould have little need to hope for change. But, conversely…”

“And I think, not for the first time, that what is immoral is not always wrong.”

“No, honestly, my mouth shouldn't be able to function unless my brain's engaged.”

“it was possible to grow up in an instant, that you could look down and see the …”