“We will K‘Vruck the world.”

“We have to save the world," I reminded him. He reached for me. "The world can wait. I can't.”

“My world we humans we’re just pawns on an immortal chessboard.”

“Hope is a critical thing. Whithout it, we are nothing. Hope shapes will. The will shapes the world.”

“You will hold me and we will live. Dance. Fuck. Feast. It will be grand. We will K'Vruck the world." "I'm not holding you. Ever." "You were made for me. I for you. Two for tea and t-t-tea for two.”

“As he fills me I wonder if – in the same way that sex makes its own unique perfume – we don’t really “make” love. As in create, manufacture, evoke an independent element in the air around us, and if enough of us did it really well, for real, not just for the hell of it, we could change the world.”

“There are only shades of gray. Black and white are nothing more than lofty ideals in our minds, the standards by which we try to judge things, and map out our place in the world in relevance to them. Good and evil, in their purest form, are as intangible and forever beyond our ability to hold in our hand as any Fae illusion. We can only aim at them, aspire to them, and hope not to get so lost in the shadows that we can no longer aim for the light.”