AT Demeter

“Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.”
― Steve Jobs

“Since the time he’d been born, he’d been set on a course into darkness. In various fleeting moments, he’d glimpsed the occasional flicker of light and hope. Those moments, however, had been too brief to dispel the shadows. Only now did he see a new path before him, bright with a constant, unwavering glow - a path of love.”
― Shirley Yoshinaka, Deception: A Phantom Of The Opera Novel: A Phantom of the Opera Novel

“Erik was filled with contentment and joy, yet a part of him wondered how Mellie could look upon his face and still love him. Months ago, when he had first unburdened his soul to her, she had not fled in fear. Her acceptance of him, despite his murderous past, never failed to astound him.
Whenever plagued with these doubts, Erik had only to gather her in his arms and kiss her. She always responded with ardour; within the limpid depths of her eyes, he could see the love shining back at him.
Though uncertain whether he deserved such devotion, Erik grabbed at it with both hands. And like a spoiled child, he held it with fierce possessiveness, for she was his and his alone.”
― Shirley Yoshinaka, Deception: A Phantom Of The Opera Novel: A Phantom of the Opera Novel

“Each morning, Erik held his breath until he was sure she hadn’t fled during the night. The fact that she remained after seeing his face and looking into his past was miraculous to him.
I’m not going anywhere.
After hearing those words, Erik had wanted to kiss her hands, her feet, every inch of her. Instead, he’d wept, clinging to her like a distraught child. In her arms, a sweet calmness had washed over him. It was a feeling he’d never experienced before, and one he hadn’t been able to name until days later.
Peace”
― Shirley Yoshinaka, Deception: A Phantom Of The Opera Novel: A Phantom of the Opera Novel