There would be a trial and there would be a judge. The only problem was, there could only be one sentence.

That is the mysterious thing about tragedy- it often strikes at the happiest moment.

Enjoy your life. No curse hangs over you, nor did it ever. No devil chases after your soul. Sing and dance and be merry.

There is not enough blood in her veins to keep her heart from skipping.

One question always leads to another question. Some things are better to wonder about.

Truly, a life in constant pain is the life of the damned.

As to blood—ah, blood, the whole subject fascinates me. I do like that as well, warm and dripping, when I am thirsty. And I am often thirsty.