Time can tick when there is no clock.
Roman influence seeds itself, sprouting mighty oaks right through the modern forest of computers, digital disks, microviruses and space satellites.
Life is a tragedy, one way or another. What is certain is that you die.
Oh, if the moon only had a secret, if the moon only held a truth. But the moon was just the moon.
The world changes, we do not, therein lies the irony that kills us.
Curses of vanished elders echoed down on me; too pretty, too soft, too pale, eyes far too full of the Devil, ah, that devilish smile