"Maybe its free will. I don’t buy that we’re defined by our circumstances. Maybe I just made a choice to become the man I wanted to be."
"I asked you for a sign and you sent it to me—a white tulip—and I was so grateful. Since then, in moments of deep despair, I have found solace in believing that you had forgiven me. I was willing to let him go. I was willing to let Peter die! I’ve changed. That should matter. God… I know my crimes are unforgivable. Punish me. Do what you want to me. But I beg you, spare our world.”
ladies who deserved more from their writers | astrid farnsworth