Voice is not just the sound that comes from your throat, but the feelings that come from your words.

He's wearing boots, a kilt, and a long-sleeve tee. No coat, even though it's December. Beautiful people don't need coats. They've got their auras to keep them warm.

Funny, 'ow you can 'old a jewel in your 'and, and toss it away, and not even know what you 'ad until it's gone.

The world goes on, stupid and brutal, but I do not. Can't you see? I do not.

I was only glad to be saved and never once thought to ask why.

There is a ghost here. A lonely, heartbroken spirit. The ghost of everything that could've been and never was.

It's another sin. Worse than all the other ones, which are immediate, violent and hot...It's the eighth deadly sin. The one God left out, Hope.