After the Fire

[...] nothing is ever only good and nothing is ever only bad. Everything is somewhere in the middle.

I think the line is so blurry that at times you don't even know which side you're on; like how you can tell the truth but not mention something important, or how you can tell a lie that has some truth in it.

Bad and good, False and True: they’re the opposite ends of a whole spectrum of behaviour, not the only two things a person can be. Because life just isn’t that simple. People aren’t that simple, even though I’m sure things would be a lot more straightforward if they were.

It's like the past has poisoned the present.

Love changes how you see everything. It blinds you, but in a good way.

Are you ready to talk about that?” “No.” “Will you?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because I need to.

Because nothing is ever only good and nothing is ever only bad. Everything is somewhere in the middle.

places are only places... people make them into more than they are.

I think you can probably be a good vet without owning any animals.

I take a sheet of paper from he stack and run my fingers over its surface. It's smooth, because it's never been used. It's brand new. It has no history.

When they gave out the guns. When Father John chose his final wife.

I know praying won’t help Luke, or me, or anyone else. It won’t do a damn thing.

The fire inside me is almost out, but the last few embers are still smoldering.

I’m not a liar,” I lie.

I paint the wooden wall in front of me, and I hear the distant crash of waves at the base of the cliff, and I smell smoke as it rises from the chimney, and I know that if I look down, I’ll see green grass beneath my feet, but I don’t look down.

He shows me a huge needle, and I just stare at it because I’m too scared to move, and when he pushes it into my arm I don’t even feel it because the pain in my hand is still so huge that it blocks everything else out.

that’s the only thing that matters as the world burns.

Blood rarely makes for happy endings, but it almost always makes for better stories.

If you need to be brought to understanding at a slower pace, then that is your burden, and yours alone.

I'm pretty sure they're the first new clothes I've ever worn.