I am not a criminal while my love is my only crime.

i am the only eyewitness of my own destruction

If only I knew... If only baby... If only...

Never underestimate love, as you need estimate to underestimate.

I remember the stink of corruption. It had a kind of sweetness to it, a sweetness that'd make you want to hurl.

I somehow knew, in that moment, that Grace Town was a jagged piece of glass that I'd cut myself on again and again if I let myself get involved with her. That the way forward would be pockmarked by sadness and grief and jealousy.