It draws it's strength, this big secret, from the same root from which I draw my strength, both the good and the bad, because in the end, they cannot be separated.
If I am an angel, paint me with black wings.
I think to feel this happy is to be miserable, to feel this much satisfaction is to burn.
The prince is never going to come. Everyone knows that; and maybe sleeping beauty's dead.
I would have done just about anything for him.
Do you know what it means to be loved by Death?... Do you know what it means to have Death know your name?