Hate feeds on your heart and pollutes your mind. It makes you lose sight of reality and forces you to focus on animosity instead of love. Hate makes you less of a person, because the borders of hate are so expansive they leave no room for anything else, and then the rest of your world becomes tiny and insignificant in comparison.

— Courtney M. Privett

History is the lie. History's words stain otherwise pristine books, drops of inky poison frosted in sugared deception.

— Courtney M. Privett

I focus on the light I can find, and if I can't find it, I create it.

— Courtney M. Privett

Innocence has no place alongside immortality.

— Courtney M. Privett

Inside all of us is a light, but some beacons are darker than others, and some are so dark they never realize they are a form of light at all.

— Courtney M. Privett

I write to prove that we lived. I write both to remember and to let go. Furthermore, I write because I can't stop, not until this horrible story of ours is over, and we're safe at home.

— Courtney M. Privett

Lies are convenient when the truth is unfathomable.

— Courtney M. Privett

Only the dead remember the truth.

— Courtney M. Privett

There are no stars, no moon, only knots, only the promise of death. Drums cry out in the abyss and then fade with everything else. Even the shadows fade and all that is left is death. We are all dead, we just haven't figured it out yet.

— Courtney M. Privett

There is something intimate about playing a duet. It's touching the soul of another person without ever touching the flesh.

— Courtney M. Privett