None of us really changes over time. We only become more fully what we are.
My last sunrise. That morning, I was not yet a vampire. And I saw my last sunrise. I remember it completely; yet I do not think I remember any other sunrise before it.
But the sky was never quite the same shade of blue again.
Our language needs endless synonyms for beautiful; the eyes could see what the tongue cannot possibly describe.
My greatest sin has always been that I have a wonderful time being myself
When I'm writing, the darkness is always there. I go where the pain is.