So in order to feel something through the numbness, I decided to perpetuate on my soul and hers the equivalent of quenching cigarettes on my paralyzed limbs. My hope was that if I registered pain, it would be welcomed as a sign of life.
If I saw someone across the street who did the things to me that I routinely do to me, I’d run in the opposite direction. But I can’t, can I?
If you don't heal your wounds, you'll bleed on people who didn't cut you.
You might as well argue with a mirror as argue with each other. After all, aren’t we all really the same person?
Hurt people hurt people more skillfully. An expert heartbreaker knows the effect of each incision. The blade slips in barely noticed, the pain and the apology delivered at the same time.
You didn’t get what you deserved, but you don’t have to live inside that one story forever. No one’s heart has to remain stone.
I urge you: come be angry at a nearer distance.
He will be the destruction of the crown and the ruination of the throne.
I hate him more than all the others. I hate him so much that sometimes when I look at him, I can hardly breathe.
Kiss me until I am sick of it.
If you’re the sickness, I suppose you can’t also be the cure.
It’s you I love,' he says. 'I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn’t have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours.' He walks to the door to the royal chambers, as though to end the conversation. 'You probably guessed as much,' he says. 'But just in case you didn’t.'