Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.

Whip us 'till we're on the floor, we'll turn around and ask for more, we're Phèdre's Boys! We like to hurt, we like to bleed, daily floggings do we need, we're Phèdre's Boys! Man or woman, we don't care, give us twins we'll take the pair! We're Phèdre's Boys! ...But just because we let you beat us, doesn't mean you can defeat us, we're Phèdre's Boys!

There is as much deception in noise as there is in silence

I can see patterns in events, and behaviors; in mathematics, I follow slower

Surely if we knew what bitterness fate held in store, we would shrink back in fear and let the cup of life pass us by untasted.

Let the warriors clamor after gods of blood and thunder; love is hard, harder than steel and thrice as cruel.

Nothing spoils idle pleasure like too much awareness