No matter how many stones you throw at the water's surface, no matter how much you step on a shadow, the water's surface does not disappear, the shadow does not disappear.
Isn't the act of calling everyone a fool left and right the indication of a true fool?
I wish I had been born a storm. No heart, no tears, just a terrible gale'd been good.
In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation. Amen.
Giving up is what kills people.
Beautiful night, isn't it, Police Girl? It's especially beautiful, of course, if you're a bloodsucker.