I can learn to live with guilt. I don't care about being good.

I thought of how proud he was when he took the marks- cutting the skin of his throat in a long slash and then packing it with ashes until keloid scars rose up.
He called it his second smile.

You can always count on your family to love you. And to betray you. And then to feel guilty about it.

I haven't had a very good day. I think I might still be hung over and everyone's dead and my root beer's gone.

In the older folklore, faeries were frightening beings. In fact, it was such a bad idea to get their attention that people would use flattering euphemisms for them, such as 'the people of peace,' 'the little people,' and 'the good neighbors.'

Everybody's a mix of good and bad choices that they make.