All my life I have dreamed of you.
Even across the dark, even across the loss, even across the emptiness, soul will speak to soul
Despair is deep. An abyss that swallows dreams. A wall at the world's end. Behind it I await death. Because all our work has come to this.
If it means my death, I don't care, because even death will be a sort of freedom.
He was her enemy, and she hated him because she could not hate him enough.
Walls have ears. Doors have eyes. Trees have voices. Beasts tell lies. Beware the rain. Beware the snow. Beware the man You think you know. -Songs of Sapphique