You know so little of war. Battles may be fought from the outside in, but wars are won from the inside out.

I tend to have a long con when it comes to romance, in part because I like the build-up as much as the payoff, and in part because I think there are a wealth of relationships out there (friend, sibling, rival, etc.), and straight-up romance interests me less than tension.

I tend to lean toward female leads who have their guard up, their spikes out.

Purity without balance is its own corruption.

Some people steal to stay alive, and some steal to feel alive. Simple as that.

I'd rather die on an adventure than live standing still.

He wanted to care, he wanted to care so badly, but there was this gap between what he felt and what he wanted to feel, a space where something important had been carved out.

It wouldn't bring her back. I know. Trust me, I do. And I would have done far worse, he says, if I'd thought there was a way to bring Regina back. I would have traded places. I would have sold souls. I would have torn this world apart. I would have done anything, broken any rule, just to bring her back.