All Saints High, tome 1 : Dirty devil

I think Shakespeare got it right. When two people try to go against the grain, they get fucked up. End of story.

You're tearing confessions from my mouth, reactions from my flesh, fights from my fists, blood from my heart with your eyes alone. Sometimes I want to break the wall I built between us, let you in and watch you destroy me.

The sun is a lot like hate. Beautiful and lethal and essential for our survival. It can blind you, but it also keeps you going. Hate motivates much more than love.

Diplomacy is the best weapon and killing people with kindness leaves no evidence or legal consequences behind.