What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance?
Belief doesn't rest on proof or existence...it rests on faith...without faith there is nothing.
duty, the most indecent of all obsessions, was only another name for love.
When we press the thorn to our chest we know, we understand, and still we do it.
Truly God was good, to make man so blind.
It's a dead give away of an inexperienced writer if every character speaks with the same voice