Oh love and hate are two sides of the same blade

Yes my lord, but questions are dangerous, for they have answers

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.

This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike.

Why is there ever this perverse cruelty in humankind, that makes us hurt most those we love best?

Night breeds its own sort of anticipation.

There are patterns which emerge in one's life, circling and returning anew, an endless variation on a theme. So musicians say the greatest sonatas are composed; whether or not it is true, I do not know, but of a surety I have seen it emerge in the tapestry of my life.