Fear and lies fester in darkness. The truth may wound, but it cuts clean.

Garner knowledge, by any means possible

I would that I could have stopped time and preserved that day forever. It was a perfect day. There was the shadow of sorrow, yes. It would always be there. But that was the nature of life. The bright mirror and the dark, reflecting one another. And today there was so much brightness.

We speak of stories ending, when in truth it is we who end. The stories go on and on.

I had begun to think my ripening body would wither untasted on the vine.

We may not have demon fathers dangling offers of infernal power before us, but everyone understands what it means to struggle with temptation or resist the urge to give in to our baser natures.

We pay for sins we do not remember, and seek to do a will we can scarce fathom. That is what it is, to be a god's chosen.