And when we love our sin then we are damned indeed.
The world doesn't make any heroes anymore.
I've caught belief like a disease. I've fallen into belief like I fell in love.
Doing nothing, badly.
A brain is only capable of what it could conceive, andit couldnt concieve what it hasnt experienced
She had lost all our memories for ever, and it was as though by dying she had robbed me of part of myself. I was losing my individuality. It was the first stage of my own death, the memories dropping off like gangrened limbs.