The night kept coming on in and there was nothing I could do.
Are you becoming what you've always hated?
the history of melancholia includes all of us.
I didn't feel that way about it. I had been playing with death for some time. I can't say we were the best of friends but we were well acquainted.
what matters most is how well you walk through the fire
Even the stove and the refrigerator looked human, I mean good human - they seemed to have arms and voices and they said, hang around, kid, it's good here, it can be very good here.