Freedom is a small price to pay for survival.
All my life I have dreamed of you.
If it means my death, I don't care, because even death will be a sort of freedom.
And what would they be scared of? There's nothing to fear in a perfect world, is there?
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.
I always was going to be a writer. The other jobs were just to keep me in food. Though I enjoyed the archaeology.