One minute you think you can see forever, and then the clouds move and obscure everything.

I am the architect of my own unhappiness.

I’m not allowed to be human. I’m not allowed to fall in love.

You think this doesn’t happen all the time? People fall in love, Jane. They make mistakes.

If I could sell my soul to Satan for your love, I think I would.

He may be alive and breathing. But you’ll never convince me he’s human.
The Mephisto Club - Tess Gerritsen