There are no coincidences.

Think of me as the praying mantis of the supernatural world. Aren't those the bugs that bite the heads off the males? Link looked skeptical. Yes. Then they eat them

I would love to say how nice it is to see you again, but that would be a lie. And I am nothing if not honest.

The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay.

Got it. Demon. Death. Doom.

You couldn't take two roads. And once you were on one, there was no going back.

There’s something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are. The stars look like they’re so close, you could reach out and touch them. But you can’t. Sometimes things look a lot closer than they are.