"He wanted a soft moon in his hands and he got a scalding sun."

“And while he loves humans (he was born of one, lived and died as one), what they forget is that he loves them as a god does, which is to say, with a taste for suffering.”

“Let me tell you the truth about men like that--they want soft moons. They want women with just enough crescent to provide a sufficient edge, tender little slivers of light that they can bring home to their mothers.”

“sometimes, love is almost protection enough.”