“[...] just remember, the storm doesn't last forever. It can scare you; it can shake you to your core. But it never lasts. The rain subsides, the thunder dies, and the winds calm to a soft whisper. And that moment after the storm clouds pass, when all is silent and still, you find peace. Quiet, gentle peace.”

“What hope is there?" I asked. "If even angels fall, what hope is there for the rest of us?”

“Not nearly enough. Not recently, anyway.” And she was sad about that. “I know,” he said, and kissed the back of her hand. “We’ll fix it. Get some sleep.” “Night,” she said, and watched him walk toward the door. “Hey. How’d you get in?” He wiggled his fingers at her in a spooky oogie-boogie pantomime. “I’m a vampire. I have secret powers ,” he said with a full-on fake Transylvanian accent, which he dropped to say, “Actually, your mom let me in.” “Seriously? My mom? Let you in my room? In the middle of the night?” He shrugged. “Moms like me.” He gave her a full-on Hollywood grin, and slipped out the door.”

“That which is dreamed can never be lost, can never be undreamed.”

“I’m scared I’m going to spend the rest of my life in a state of yearning, regardless of where I am.”

“Air, I should explain, becomes wind when it is agitated.”

“I threw his framed picture off my balcony just to hear my heart break.”

“One day you'll call me Death. For now, Wrath will do.”