I would die rather than live without you. I would die the same way he died. I can't bear you to look at me the way you did. I cannot bear it if you do not love me!" -Claudia.

Claudia... you've been a very very naughty little girl.

Then, are you master of us all? You didn't teach her that. Was she supposed to imbibe it from my quiet subservience?

When I'm writing, the darkness is always there. I go where the pain is.

I am an unwilling devil. I cry like some vagrant child. I want to go home.

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From my stone pillow I have dreamed dreams of the mortal world above. I have heard its voices, its new music, as lullabies as I lie in my grave. I have envisioned its fantastical discoveries. I have known its courage in the timeless sanctum of my thoughts. And though it shuts me out with its dazzling forms, I long for one with the strength to roam it fearlessly, to ride the Devil's Road through its heart.