Even the sky was grey. Grey and grey and greyer. The whole world grey, everywhere you look, everything grey except the eyes of the bride. The eyes of the bride were brown. Big and brown and full of fear.

Love is madness, and lust is poison.

We're all just songs in the end. If we are lucky.

There is an empty place within me where my heart once was.

Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word.

No mortal man could frighten him, no more than the darkness could, nor the bones of his soul, the grey and grisly bones of his soul.

I want you to be afraid to turn the page (and to do that) you need to show right from the beginning that you're playing for keeps.