Quotes by Eliza Victoria

Rebecca woke up with her knees hurting and her fingers ice-cold, and the specifics of her life returned to her as the dream disappeared: weekend, hotel room, Baguio, memory, memory, memory.

Did he bleed?Well, of course. He took on a human form. That always makes them vulnerable, becoming human.

Justice can only be delivered by someone who doesnt care to about how much hes paid, or where he is in the chain of command. Someone whos ego wont be inflated by grandeur or power. Someone who wont be influenced by this guys being the CEO of this or his being the Mayor of that. And lets face it: that someone couldnt be human.

Weren’t all ‘young’ people the same? Disillusioned, world-weary, bored out of their minds? The constant need for adventure, that constant need to ridicule suburban life and jobs that keep you desk bound and microwavable food and comfort.Everything was fake and every day had to be a day closer to the genuine. They were always single, these ‘young’ people, childless, unattached, maybe rich. Selfish. He remembered being young’ and being horribly, horribly selfish. How infinite he felt. Now he found comfort in the predictability of the train. But he didn’t miss his old self. Even then he knew he was lost.