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Good intentions are pointless without the will to implement them.

I had never been able to truly hate anyone who’d suffered, no matter what evils they’d done in the aftermath.

Love betrayed has an entirely different sound from hatred outright.

“Well, isn’t that what fathers do?” He had no idea what fathers did. “Love you, even if you don’t love them? Miss you when you go away?”

It is important to appreciate beauty, even when it is evil.

I'm really happy, I just don't choose to show it.

People say having kids is life changing, well that doesn't necessarily mean a good thing, does it? I could take one of my legs off. That would change my life.

“I'm tired of being what everyone else has made me,” I said. “I want to be myself.”

“Don’t be a child.”

I looked up, startled and angry, though of course there was nothing to see. “What?”

“You are what your creators and experiences have made you, like every other being in this universe. Accept that and be done; I’m tired of your whining.”

There is no logic to grief.

It is blasphemy to separate oneself from the earth and look down on it like a god. It is more than blasphemy, it is dangerous. We can never be gods, after all—but we can become something less than human with frightening ease.

Who's the mental one here? Is it me, or everyone else?

But love like that doesn’t just disappear, does it? No matter how powerful the hate, there’s always a little love left, underneath.

Yes. Horrible, isn’t it?