From the depths of my core to the moons in my sky, I am dead—let me stay like that.

It dawns on you that Sara has planned this from the beginning.

everything sounds like the agony birthed by too much blood

The world is ultimately not made of logical precepts, nor is it only made of numbers and statistics.

You broke the rules, Sir. Hesitation is not for men like us—no matter what we feel.

The value of the most poignant or thoughtful books doesn’t decay as they’re re-read. They constantly surprise us.

People called him a wizard

but that is not how he saw himself.

I tell myself I am not a monster.

It shocks us from our complacency and forces us to reckon with murky ambiguity that refuses to fit into our existing worldviews.

It would be so nice to return to a simple, gentle life, but she couldn’t forget the Cold or the Loneliness. Or perhaps she could.

I make another batch of blessed buttercream, wishing to wash away my guilt since I know you’d be angry with me, but I hope if you open your sack for lunch, there will be something delightful.

he lives among the stars, a charioteer of constellations.

A poet must be able to dive into that star-dappled puddle and earnestly believe, if only for a manic instant, that they can taste the light.

A little light shining in the darkness should never be undervalued. In the past year, I have tried my hardest to provide as much light as possible.

I am the desert, the call of the wind. I want to taste life, warm and finite and wet against my tongue.

Where love exists the universe takes note. It is light within the darkness, it is making, it is a promise that all kinds of creatures can create.

We revel in the golden moonlight and hum the entire song, remembering our father and dreaming of the future.

Later some would claim to have seen where the crown of fire had scorched a black ring around his skull.