It was interesting the way a small hate could grow inside a big hate and take it over.

He'd sooner die trying to hold the world on his shoulders than running away. Better always to run toward. And so he did.

..And when he let her go, it was as if she had been filled and didn't realize it until he pulled away and the absence rushed back in.

Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there's no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.

Life is you master, or death is.

What a lovely display of personhood. He's like a good book cover that grabs your gaze. Read me. I'm fun but smart. You won't be able to put me down.