The terrible things that happen to us,” Tessa said slowly. “What wedo with them...I think that’s what makes us artists.
What else could I do? You couldn't just say no. I had to think about...my...position.
If an ordinary man can be tapped to be the Messiah...then perhaps any one of us is capable of bringing about the Redemption.
You should have noticed by now, sometimes a monster looks just like any other man.
There’s no such thing as yesterday, he thought dully. Memory is just today, happening over and over again, stamped indelibly with regret.
You can suck the life out of someone without ever touching a drop of their blood. --Raphael Sinclair
Rest in peace? Please, God, no. Haunt me, Sofia. You said you'd haunt me.
