Every moment must be first known and then savored.

How can so much beauty hide such a bruised and steely heart, and why must I love him, why must I lean in my weariness upon his irresistible yet indomitable strength? Is he not the wizend funeral spirit of a dead man in a child's clothes?

I'm usually working on my own mythology, my own realm of created characters. Stories in mythology inspire me, though I may not be conscious of it.

It is very disturbing to see people use Christianity and the Bible to support a certain political agenda, especially when one cannot connect that agenda with the authentic teachings of Christ.

I do not read the ancient languages, but I am beginning to study Greek.

Goodnight sweet prince, may flights of devils wing you to your rest.

Garden of Pain, I need you. What were the songs of beasts to the cries of sentient souls?