I didn't say to act dead. I said act helpless.

Finally the homeless eel marked its territory, I suppose, and the Doctor lay heavily upon me, moist with sweat.

Sadness was a very heavy thing.

I didn't say to act dead. I said act helpless.

Neither you nor I can know your destiny. You may never know it! Destiny isn't always like a party at the end of the evening. Sometimes it's nothing more than struggling through life from day to day.

How many times already had I encountered the painful lesson that although we may wish for the barb to be pulled from our flesh, it leaves a welt that doesn't heal?

The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.