“ Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged?
“ Don’t you just hate nights like that, when you think over every mistake you’ve made, every hurt you’ve received, every bit of meanness you’ve dealt out? There’s no profit in it, no point to it, and you need sleep. ”
“ He was a distinct memory. A provocatively humorous memory that painted every inside of my own body with a promise of turning me into someone entirely different. I wish I understood what it was, maybe I would have done something about it; Unfortunately, regrets are no different than memories. What’s done is done and I am changed regardless…for the good or for the worse. ”