I have an editor in my head, that's why I can't read Harry Potter, because Rowling is such a lousy writer.

Old age is an ordeal, of flesh and mind. Of winding down, of slowing down, of dying cells. It's accepting the loss of physical attractiveness and replacing it with the power and wisdom that can only come with old age.

Truly God was good, to make man so blind.

What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance?

..the best is only bought at the cost of great pain...or so says the legend

I want to know what they look like, their height, and colouring, physique and speech pattens.

There was some justice in his pain