Mourners make great minions.

I’m living for dozens. I don’t get to choose who I am, where I go, what I do. I must be more than myself. I must live a life worthy of their memories.

He breathes my name like the curse my mother thought me. I hope her ghost knows I lived up to her expectation.

Deathbed rationale amuses me.

Lies can be lethal, if you know how to wield them.

That’s why I hate love. Love limits. Love judges. Love holds you to a higher standard. It’s a psychopath’s worst nightmare.

Don’t kill the person; kill the source. Kill the poverty and the abuse and the neglect, but let the person live. Give the person a chance to change.

We don’t choose our birth.

You cannot save her from the world, Apolli. But perhaps you can make her strong enough to survive it.