Mia

“There was a hand in the darkness, and it held a knife. The knife had a handle of polished black bone, and a blade finer and sharper than any razor. If it sliced you, you might not even know you had been cut, not immediately.”
― Neil Gaiman

“It seems to me, that if we love, we grieve. That’s the deal. That’s the pact. Grief and love are forever intertwined. Grief is the terrible reminder of the depths of our love and, like love, grief is non-negotiable.”
― Nick Cave

“She looked at nice young men as if she could smell their stupidity.”
― Flannery O'Connor

“Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.”
― Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five