Light will blind us in time, but what we learn in the dark can see us through.

Before you save anyone else, you have to save yourself. otherwise, you'rejust a bundle of tics, a stringed puppet manipulated by the chance and the insensible wind.

...but the tale itself is a trickster and doesn't hesitate to lie. It is anachronistic with a vengeance. It emerges always and everywhere, overt or disguised, pureblood or hybrid, and healthy as sin.

It appears history is going to keep happening, despite our hopes for retirement.

They moved together, blue diamonds on a green field.

Small steps to the madhouse still get us there at last

I mean, evil and boredom. Evil and ennui. Evil and the lack of stimulation. Evil and sluggish blood.