I stumble through a carnival of horrors
I never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over any lips, my hands!
My conscience is killing me, isn't it? And when you're immortal that can be a really long and ignominious death
Cities have distinct personalities. It's a matter of knowing it.
Ah, come now. I look like an angel, but I'm not. The old rules of nature encompass many creatures like me. We're beautiful like the diamond-backed snake, or the striped tiger, yet we're merciless killers
The greatest create of power you have on earth, whether you are an angel, a spirit, a man or woman or child is to help others.