“The darkness that surrounds us cannot hurt us. It is the darkness in your own heart you should fear.”

Like I’m a puzzle to be worked out and he’s got all damn day.

Maybe she’d try to understand that the dark images muddled my brain until it hurt, until I had no choice but to let them out.

All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.

There’s nothing more dishonest than words.

Do not judge my story by the chapter you walked in on.

I’m a bird trapped in a self-made cage.

His eyes close, and he draws a long breath. When they open again, they’re colder than ever. “And that’s where you’d be disappointed, Lou.There is no good to be found in Death.

Eva’s an enigma, and she’s my enigma. My secret. My lifeline.

He’s just as fucked up as the rest of us. Some of us just wear our creep on our sleeves.

Revenge is all my soul knows. It’s the only thing I’ve lived and breathed for almost as long as I can remember.

We both know you won’t touch her. You’re going to force her to be deprived just because you are.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.

Love me like my demons do.

Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darkness of other people.

You will eventually lose control, and when you do – when you lose every last shred of it until you can’t see red from black, right from wrong—I will be here. Ready to back you up, the way you should be doing for me.

Somewhere along the way, she weaved herself so deeply into my veins I can’t fucking inhale without her breathing life into me.

A short story is a different thing altogether – a short story is like a quick kiss in the dark from a stranger.

Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.

From my childhood I had been intended for the clergy. This prospect hung like a dark cloud on my mind.

Darkness is dawn not yet born.

When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

When I write, I write about my surroundings. Sometimes it’s light, and sometimes it gets very dark.

Sometimes when I am alone in my room in the dark, I practice smiling to myself. I do this to be kind to myself, to take good care of myself, to love myself. I know that if I cannot take care of myself, I cannot take care of anyone else.