No matter how much you wanted to do right in this world, the world would find a way to crush you.

Beggars, alas, could not be choosers.

There are never just two choices. That is a lie to keep you from thinking too deeply.

Swept away was a fortuitous choice of words: it made her mad. She’d been swept away once—she’d let herself be, hoped and desired to be; that’s how it always went in romantic stories.She’d never be that passive again. It was far, far better to choose,

Sin is etched into women's very form.To the devil with her form, then.