“Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.”

“Sometimes the villain is the better option.”

“May God have mercy upon my enemies, because I won’t.”

“Fight them? No. I am going to break them.”

“I will storm the gods, and shake the universe.”

“Death will come and will have your eyes—
this death that accompanies us
from morning till evening, unsleeping,
deaf, like an old remorse
or an absurd vice. Your eyes
will be a useless word,
a suppressed cry, a silence.
That’s what you see each morning
when alone with yourself you lean
toward the mirror. O precious hope,
that day we too will know
that you are life and you are nothingness.
Death has a look for everyone.
Death will come and will have your eyes.
It will be like renouncing a vice,
like seeing a dead face reappear in the mirror,
like listening to a lip that’s shut.
We’ll go down into the maelstrom mute.”

“

She won’t hesitate
to rip your heart out
and use your dripping blood
as war paint.

She was forged in fire
and raised from the ashes.
Her enemies bones have been ground to dust
and she built her temple upon their ruins.

She is fire
She is rain
She is heart
and she is never afraid.

”

“I guess some people are just born with tragedy in their blood.”

“She didn’t sob or wail. Her grief was horribly discreet but as persistent and almost as silent as bleeding from an unstitched wound.”