If there was one thing she was learning from all this, it was how easy it was to lose everything you had always thought you’d have forever.

Sarcasm is the last refuge of the imaginatively bankrupt.

Then you’ll see the world as it is—infinite.

The descent into Hell is easy.

All knowledge hurts.

If you insist on disavowing that which is ugly about what you do, you will never learn from your mistakes.

Not afraid, but as if the fall challenged him—as if there were no empty space he could not fill with his belief in his own invincibility.

Half of your attention is better than all of anyone else’s.

And she’d been happy. That was the worst part, that she’d been happy.

Where there is feeling that is not requited, there is an imbalance of power. It is an imbalance that is easy to exploit, but it is not a wise course. Where there is love, there is often also hate.