Underneath me, Sam Grest - who'd been my friend and saved my life - lay perfectly still and slipped further and further into the final sleep of an unfair and horrible death.

One of the things is that in times of severe disorder, you can't worry about the dead, only the living.

I know that no matter how lonely I get, I'll never be truly alone again. Our loved ones don't leave us. They just move out of sight for a while, and wait...in the shades.

The hands of Fate keep time on a heart-shaped watch." - Harkat Mulds(The Trials of Death)

It's a bit like the feeling I get when I'm standing on a cliff or high building, looking down at a suicidal drop. I start thinking about what would happen if I stepped off, the rush of the fall, the shattering collision, the quiet emptiness of death. Part of me wants to experience the thrill of complete surrender.

If he turned his back on humanity now, it would be forever.

Better not to start down a wrong path at all than head down it in the hope of making a detour when something better came along.