Maybe it's better this way-that we keep our darknesses close, hidden in our minds, protected by our hearts.

Hearts understand in ways minds cannot.

He fished in his pocket for his keys and instead pulled out the last geode, gray and smooth, earth-shaped. He held it, warming in his palm, thinking of all mysteries the world contained: layers of stone, concealed beneath the flesh of earth and grass; these dull rocks, with their glimmering hidden hearts.

...men are poor soldiers in love's war. And it is a war-one that never ends.

A friend... sort of. Ren watches me like I'm a cookie jar he wouldn't mind being caught with his hands in.

I also hold very strong personal convictions about censorship. I don't believe in forbidden knowledge.