He had never expected death to be this quiet, this secretive, this easy.
The fact that I loved you was the greatest lie I have ever lived.
Aren't there gradations of evil? Is evil a great perilous gulf into which one falls with the first sin, plummeting to the depth?
Sleep is your friend. Dreams are your unwelcome guests.
Go where the pain is, go where the pleasure is.
Suppose death had a heart to love and to release you, to whom would he turn this passion, would you chose a person from the crowd there. A person to suffer as you suffer.