“I suppose it was easier to pretend I didn’t exist than it was to exorcise my demons.”

This is good for you. Death is a thing of beauty, and it needs to be executed in such a way that does it justice.

If you are afraid of darkness, you are afraid of your own soul.

I part my lips, but no words come out. I want to cry. Want to beg. Want to scream. But mostly, I want to hold him until I know he’s going to be okay. Then I want him to hold me until I’m okay, too.

Her soul was too deep to explore by those who always swam in the shallow end.

Submissive, sure, but someone who wants it all the same.

I felt it. I heard the snap of my heart tearing in half. It wasn’t a messy, dirty rip like I’d expected, but a smooth, clean line that knew just where to break to hurt me the most.

Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.

Pushing out a breath, I lean against the wall and slide to the floor. I sit beside her for as long as it takes. Listening until her sobs fade and the shower turns on.

Come to me in pieces and exist inside me whole.

I never knew hell would be so spick-and-span.

Instead of ignorance, I tasted what it might be like to finally be me. I didn’t give a show this time. I had no plan, no calculations. No scolding voice inside my head. For a little while, I was free.

The prince of darkness is a gentleman.

She wore her scars as her best attire. A stunning dress made of hellfire.

Art is a private piece of me.

There’s a reason we only hire blondes.

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

Demons don’t play by the rules. They lie and they cheat and they stab in the back.

As for getting there … it’s a choice between sinning and being tricked by demons It’s a plane of evil … despair … and magic of the foulest kind.

The creative urge is the demon that will not accept anything second rate.

There’s a demon in me, and he’s still around. Without the dope, we have a bit more of a chat these days.

The past came to hunt her, but she prepared to fight her demons. She was now a fair believer of herself.

I dance with my demons and live to tell the tale.

I’m just a demon that means well. Freelance for God, but do the work of Satan.

I knuckle down with my demons, and with my weaknesses.