Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.
I believe that I am in hell, therefore I am there.
The wolf howled under the leaves And spit out the prettiest feathers Of his meal of fowl: Like him I consume myself.
-But I've just noticed that my mind is asleep.
Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?
Your memory and your senses will be nourishment for your creativity.