“We are not meant to spend the rest of our lives underground. We need to go home and tell a strange story that no one will believe.”

“We are not meant to spend the rest of our lives underground. We need to go home and tell a strange story that no one will believe.”

“I write to prove that we lived. I write both to remember and to let go. I write because I can't stop, not until this horrible story of ours is over and we're safe at home.”

“What is love if not the gravity of souls?”

“Innocence has no place alongside immortality.”

“We are all dead, we just haven't figured it out yet.”

“There are no stars, no moon, only knots, only the promise of death. Drums cry out in the abyss and then fade with everything else. Even the shadows fade and all that is left is death. We are all dead, we just haven't figured it out yet.”

“Lies are convenient when the truth is unfathomable.”

“Hate feeds on your heart and pollutes your mind. It makes you lose sight of reality and forces you to focus on animosity instead of love. Hate makes you less of a person, because the borders of hate are so expansive they leave no room for anything else, and then the rest of your world becomes tiny and insignificant in comparison.”

“We are meant to love. We are meant to lose. Love is our promise of a bittersweet end, and our desperate, hopeless struggle not to hurt anyone along the way.”

“What do you live for when everyone and everything you love is gone? Do you keep going, keep stumbling through the dark, or do you find something new to cherish? Maybe neither. Maybe you walk silently and ignore the blows time takes on your heart.”