«(...) é narcisista acreditar que podemos mudar a natureza intrínseca a outra pessoa.»

Life is simply too short to live it less perfectly than it could be lived.

Love flows from me into him, and his blue eyes crinkle, huge and happy. Such a smiley baby. The midwife says it can't be a real smile, not yet, just some passing gas or a random quiver of his lip, but I know she's wrong.

But one day, when Toby is old enough, I will take down a shoe box from a shelf where it is kept, and I will tell him again the story of his sister, Isabel Margaret Cavendish, the girl who came before.

True enough. I say this all the time.

Trez looked at his hands. “I didn’t ask for this.”

“No one asks for life.” The executioner hiked iAm’s body up higher. “And sometimes they do not ask for death...

But I know he loves me. I know he needs our games, that they answer some deep-seated hunger in him.