Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?
After you, it's all cheap tequila.
Pain obliterates everything else. In pain, there is only the eternal present.
It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.
The tapestry of history is woven of many threads.
Yes my lord, but questions are dangerous, for they have answers