“I am not my own friend.Time cuts me in two.”

“Hunger is a blade that carves meI open my arms and pull the air in-big hug!-then poof, right through me, nobody there.It's only me holding myself.My arms wrap two times around my own ribs,meet behind my back for a secrethandshake.I am not what was expected.I'm so sharp-it's cut me now I'll cut you.Come closercloserNo, come closerI'm gonna make you see what I see.”

“I am yours to command, my queen,” he whispered, making my heart clench in complete, helpless love. “I will obey, even if you order me to cut out my own heart. Even if you order me to the hell that is the Winter Court Elysium.”

“What makes me myself rather than anyone else is the very fact that I am poised between two countries, two or three languages, and several cultural traditions. It is precisely this that defines my identity. Would I exist more authentically if I cut off a part of myself”

“Wisdom tells me I am nothing. Love tells me I am everything. And between the two my life flows.”

“I am carved like David,every line of my body perfectly chiseled.Hunger is the blade that has made me smooth.I am a statue, yet I am only air at my center.I go to hug myself and-poof!-my arms go right through mefinding nothing to hold on to.My hands meet behind my own backin a stone handshake.This is not what you were expecting.I'm so cold.I'm so sharp.I've been cut, now I'll cut you.Come closer.Yes, come closer to me.I am going to make you see what I see.”