Pain obliterates everything else. In pain, there is only the eternal present.
Night breeds its own sort of anticipation.
It is a fine line, in all of us, between civilization and savagery. To any who think they would never cross it, I can only say, if you have never known what it is to be utterly betrayed and abandoned, you cannot know how close it is.
And for a price, I will pretend absolutely nothing.
There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire
Even a stunted tree reaches for sunlight.