Simply put, if you are a Wayward Victorian Girl, I'll find you.

Life is not like Gloomy Sunday, with a second ending when the people are disturbed.

We will paste upon the curled pages words Like charming and romantic and sentimental Forgetting that charming is witchcraft Romantic is love And sentiment is what makes us human

Simply put, if you are a Wayward Victorian Girl, I'll find you.

I am my heart's undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.

And falling's just another way to fly.

There is no such thing as justice, all the best that we can hope for is revenge.