Everyone dies. It's a question of where and how, that's all.

One never learns how the witch became wicked, or whether that was the right choice for her~is it ever the right choice? Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil?

There may be no city in the clouds, but dreaming of it can enliven the spirit.

Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil?

In the end, all disguises must drop.

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

Little critters fried like fritters come out crunchy and divine.