A nervous silence loosens tongues

I wish sometimes that the gods would either choose better, or make their wishes clearer

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

We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.

Soon never comes soon enough to a young child.

If you thought better of me, you would not be so surprised

Sidonie, I know you don't remember it, but you once promised to trust me beyond all reason. And I swear to you that all that I am, all that I possess, including this gem-stone, is yours. I need you. I can't do this alone. Forget your memories. Look into your heart. And if you can find somewhere there, some lingering spark of trust that owes naught to reason, I beg you to speak the word written here.