It is possible that I have explored more terrible and more questionable worlds of thought than anyone else, but simply because it is in my nature to love the silent backwater.
I could start fires with what I feel for you.
Character, like a photograph, develops in darkness.
Only by you my heart always moves.
It is funny how you do not miss affection until it is given, but once it is, it can never be enough; you would drown in it if possible.
— Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing
I think I am too sarcastic to believe in myself.