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Love does best when it has lots of luck to bolster it up.
I am the sea witch. I am the tide you fear and the turning you can’t deny. I am the sound of the waves running over your bones on the beach, little man, and I am not amused at finding you on my doorstep.”
“Do I need to give that whole ‘sound of the waves running over your bones’ speech again? Because seriously, I can only do fucking terrifying once a day before I get bored and want to go do a crossword puzzle or something.”
I would have stayed with you forever, if I’d had the chance. I would have given you a million kisses. But that didn’t happen. I died, and all those kisses died with me.”
Research is boring if it doesn’t end in hitting—ha!
There are kisses shared in passion, and kisses shared in anger. Some are sweet, and others are bitter. This one was sad, and frightened, and it tasted like tears—his and mine, although I hadn’t seen him shed any.
There is always a last kiss. Sometimes we’re just lucky enough to know when we may have had it.
Life was one long series of efforts to reach the golden mean, where everything was the way that it was supposed to be.
“Danny. You’re a Troll, driving a cab. Yesterday, I was a superhero, and today I’m addicted to jam. Jam. Do you really think we get to pass judgment on what does and does not get to exist?
“You protect your family by making the world a better place for them to live. Not by running away.”
“I have no idea what any of that means, but it all sounds very epic and important, so I’m sure it’ll work.”
“This is stupid,” I muttered. “This isn’t even good stupid. This is Bond villain stupid. This is Willy Wonka stupid.
