I looked and looked at her, and knew as clearly as I know I am to die, that I loved her more than anything I had ever seen or imagined on earth, or hoped for anywhere else.

That awkward moment when you have a NSFW thought in a public place and think maybe, just maybe, someone around you is telepathic.

Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don’t be afraid.

I am too intelligent, too demanding, and too resourceful for anyone to be able to take charge of me entirely. No one knows me or loves me completely. I have only myself.