Well, I was living it, but a shared dream half-lived is a hollow thing
We are meant to taste of life ... and drink the cup of it to the dregs, bitter and sweet alike.
Even a stunted tree reaches for sunlight.
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.
Fear and lies fester in darkness. The truth may wound, but it cuts clean.
Love child!" What else? You will find it and lose it, again and again. And with each finding and each loss, you will become more than before. What you make of it is yours to choose.