Even a stunted tree reaches for sunlight.
Your dreaming self seeks to tell you something your waking ears will not hear
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.
Garner knowledge, by any means possible
After you, it's all cheap tequila.
And for a price, I will pretend absolutely nothing.