A kind of childlike purity to her repose that made the thought of kissing her seem vile.

There is no brightness without darkness. There is no body without its shadow.

She was a blank, a wordless being. She was a hole in the universe.

It's a limitless new world, and we are only just beginning to explore it.

It seemed to her that living without control of your own will was hardly a step above not living at all.

There's just one rule, just one basic law that everyone lives under : take control or be controlled.

Everytime he looked at her she felt brighter inside, and she yearned to keep his attention, to hold his gaze.

If people could fall apart, why couldn't they fall back together?